Primrose didn't know much about her mother, but people in her old home often spoke of Iriana with awe. They said that when she was alive, she could make flowers bloom with a mere touch of her magic.
Because of her, even in winter, the greenhouse remained filled with beautiful flowers, something impossible to achieve unless one possessed strong magic.
Perhaps that was why so many had expected Primrose to inherit her mother's gift. But in the end, she had none, and even if there was any magic within her, it was so faint that it was nearly impossible to detect.
Thankfully, her father never made an issue of it, because he himself didn't possess strong magic either. That was why, after her mother's death, their household was never filled with magic again.
"Maybe we should ask my father," Primrose said quietly, turning to Edmund with hesitation in her voice. "But I think … he would have told me something this important if I truly had that kind of power inside my body."
