The clock had already passed two in the morning, just a few hours left before sunrise.
Edmund had spent the entire day outside the palace, dealing with—or perhaps even killing—the Zahari tribe, who had caused chaos in the capital.
However, here she was, keeping him from resting the moment he stepped back into the palace.
If there was a test called 'Are You a Good Wife?', Primrose was sure she'd fail it miserably.
"I'm strong," Edmund replied quickly.
[I-I mean, I'm not tired yet, Wife!]
Primrose sighed quietly, realizing Edmund wasn't bragging. He wasn't trying to act tough, he genuinely didn't seem tired yet.
"Do you … still want to hear about what happened today?" Edmund asked carefully, almost sounding like he hoped she would say no so she could go to bed.
[Wife, it's late. You should be asleep by now.]
It was late, but she had already come this far.
