Primrose sat gracefully before him, lowering her head and clutching her fan tightly.
"Did I … do something wrong today, Your Majesty?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, like she was barely holding back her distress.
She brought a delicate hand to her lips, her eyes widening as if she had just realized something devastating. "I-Is it because … I wasn't good enough for you last night?"
[WHAT?! NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!]
[WIFE, YOU WERE PERFECT!]
Edmund's frown deepened. "Why would you even think that?"
"You're speaking to me so coldly …" she whispered softly. "I just thought … maybe you were disappointed. Maybe you regretted it."
She paused for a moment, sighing as if she was holding back her tears. "Or maybe … maybe you're mad at me for … dirtying your bed."
She let out a dramatic sigh before lightly knocking herself on the head with her fan, a pitiful attempt at self-punishment.
