Since Primrose only needed to wash her face and change her clothes, she finished quicker than expected and arrived at Edmund's study before he did.
Without her saying a single word, the soldier guarding the door immediately opened it for her, as if it was completely normal for her to enter. As if this room already belonged to her too.
As soon as she stepped inside, she was hit by the thick scent of Edmund's pheromone lingering in the room.
It didn't make her feel flustered or horny. It wasn't overwhelming like she had imagined.
Instead … It felt comforting. Like something warm in the middle of the cold palace.
Primrose hadn't planned on snooping. She had every intention of just sitting down and waiting patiently.
But somehow, without realizing it, her feet moved on their own, slowly wandering through the study.
There was nothing particularly special about Edmund's study. In fact, it looked rather plain and ... dark.
