Primrose was caught off guard for a moment because he had actually managed to say something nice for once.
It seemed like the right atmosphere really did help him express himself better.
Whenever he wasn't under pressure to make her happy, he could actually speak his mind clearly. In fact, for the first time, she didn't even need to read his thoughts to understand what he meant.
So … the key to better communication was making sure her husband wasn't constantly stressed?
Well, she could do that as long as he didn't stress her out as well.
"If you enjoy this place that much, maybe … we can have another meal here sometime." Primrose smiled warmly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Would you like that, Your Majesty?"
"I would."
Edmund fell silent for a moment, but his mind was clearly busy with something else.
[I don't like the way she addressed me.]
Primrose frowned slightly. What?
Hadn't she been polite enough?
