She lowered her head slightly, but her wide eyes still peeked up at the soldier. "Please … can you let me see my husband? Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep."
Her little act worked perfectly. The soldier's tough expression melted in seconds.
Not only did he let her through, but he even insisted on escorting her all the way to the palace main entrance.
But the second Edmund and the other soldiers crossed the palace door, the poor soldier ran for his life, terrified the King might punish him for letting the Queen see him in such a state.
Primrose rolled her eyes at his reaction. How bad could it be? A little blood was nothing.
Oh, how wrong she was.
The moment she caught sight of Edmund, she immediately held her breath. She stood frozen in place, too stunned to even move her feet.
His usual attire, along with his majestic white fur cloak, was completely drenched in red.
