Primrose blinked at the crowd. Outwardly, their faces remained stoic and cold, but inside? They were roasting Edmund alive.
… Wait.
Did they actually have the guts to castrate their own king if he got caught cheating?!
Oh, well.
Since most of them were already on her side, she might as well turn up the heat.
"L-Lady Leah, what are you talking about?" Primrose's voice trembled, her breath hitching as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't even have to force it because the absurdity of this situation was enough to make anyone cry.
She continued, "Why would I ever ask you to sneak into my husband's chamber? Wearing … wearing something like that?"
She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Edmund, only to find him suddenly fidgeting, looking guilty as hell.
The almighty Beast King, who could stare down armies without flinching, couldn't even meet his wife's eyes.
[What do I do?! My wife just caught this half-naked woman coming out of my bedroom!]
[Will she misunderstand?!]
