Primrose blinked several times, sitting still on her bed as she tried to process the words Edmund had just spoken.
"You what?" Her voice trembled in disbelief. "You … you threw Sir Leofric into the dungeon?"
Primrose had guessed that Edmund wouldn't forgive Leofric easily, but she hadn't expected him to lock him up in the dungeon.
She had never been there herself, but Callen once told her that the place was freezing cold and filled with the stench of blood that had dried over the years.
It wasn't Edmund's fault the place carried such horror. The moment he became king, he had separated the torture chamber from the dungeon. But the kings before him had used it as a playground for cruelty. That was why, anyone thrown down there suffered more than chains.
No wonder Edmund had never wanted her anywhere near it, even though she had once told him she wanted to take a look out of curiosity.
