Primrose had never known that someone could be this talentless at smiling.
It was just a damn smile, yet Edmund still couldn't get it right, even after thirty whole minutes!
A damn half an hour!
At this point, she was starting to wonder if his face muscles were cursed.
Thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of a soldier who informed Edmund that it was time for him to head to the training grounds to oversee the selection of new recruits for Noctvaris' soldiers.
"Let's talk again later." Edmund attempted another smile, but instead of looking friendly, he resembled a wolf baring its fangs to terrify a helpless little rabbit. "I'll work hard to learn how to smile."
[For my wife, I'll train myself to smile every day!]
Oh, dear gods. Please, no.
If he actually practiced that in front of his soldiers, they might think their king was furious with them instead.
But how could Primrose crush his determination?
