"I'll make sure you'll never have to drink this poison," Edmund said softly as he placed the vial into her hand, gently but firmly closing her trembling fingers around it. "But, my wife, my love … if the person who opens the door isn't me, then you must drink it. I'd rather meet you on the other side than let you suffer any torment in this world."
He stood then, still holding her hand tightly, his gaze fixed on hers. "This poison is only for you," he added softly. "Don't tell anyone you have it. Promise me. Do you understand?"
Primrose felt her heart pounding, fear and worry filling her chest. After a long breath, she nodded.
"Say it," he demanded.
She swallowed hard and whispered, "I understand."
"Good." Edmund pulled her into his arms for a moment, then kissed her deeply, sharing his saliva with her. When he broke the kiss, he pressed gentle, lingering kisses to the corners of her eyes and her forehead.
