Alright. The first step to fixing her husband's terrible communication skills was to make him say what he was thinking without her having to read his mind.
"You're fine," Edmund said.
FINE?!
Who in their right mind compliments a woman by calling her fine?!
"Your Majesty." Primrose curved her lips into a smile, but her voice was as cold as ice. "If you want to learn how to smile, the first thing you need to do is learn how to make other people smile."
Edmund stiffened. "How … how do I do that?"
[The only thing I'm good at is making people run away in fear.]
"There are many ways," Primrose said. "One of them is by giving compliments."
Edmund hesitated. "Like … what I just said?"
Primrose let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. "No man calls a woman fine and expects her to smile after that, Your Majesty."
Edmund took a small step back. [Did … did she just call me out? But … my wife is right!]
[I was so dumb and ridiculous for saying that to her.]
