As soon as Edmund left her chamber, Primrose let out a sigh of relief. It was comforting to have her husband by her side since morning, but for some reason, his presence had also made her feel a little on edge.
She just didn't want him to think she wanted to die so badly that she willingly stepped into a poisoned bath.
"Your Majesty." Primrose's thoughts immediately shattered the moment she heard Raven speak. "I was supposed to stay home for a full month," she said with a shrug, "but I can see you're not really the traditional type."
Primrose held her breath for a moment. She remembered how widows were usually expected to lock themselves away for an entire month after their husband's death to honor their late husbands.
But since she'd been dragged out by soldiers, people would surely say she was disrespecting both the widow's mourning period and her late husband.
Well … that part was true. Who in their right mind would mourn the Marquess?
