CHAPTER 194: MY HUSBAND ALWAYS KNOW WHAT’S BEST

He kissed her forehead, whispering softly. "You’re still my beautiful wife. My sweet wife. The woman I’ll spend the rest of my life with."

Primrose didn’t know what to say. Her lips trembled, and all she could do was hold onto Edmund tighter, as if he was the only thing keeping her together.

His voice felt like a spring of water in the middle of a dry desert, like sugar stirred into bitter coffee.

He made the storm in her chest go quiet, easing the dark thoughts that had been haunting her mind.

Her husband wasn’t angry at her.

Her husband didn’t blame her.

Edmund still loved her deeply, even though she had been tainted by another man.

She leaned against his chest and let him carry her. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, Primrose could no longer endure the pain.

Her sprained ankle throbbed painfully when she tried to move it, and the rest of her limbs felt so stiff that she could barely move at all.

"Don’t move," Edmund said gently, noticing how she winced. "Let me take care of everything. You don’t need to do anything right now."

Primrose gave a soft hum in response, then turned her head just enough to glance at Thevan, who was still lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

"What are you going to do with him?" she asked in a whisper. "I think ... he’s still alive."

Edmund didn’t answer her directly. Instead, he turned his gaze to his soldiers. One of them immediately ran toward him, still silent and bowing his head respectfully.

"Bring him to the palace immediately," Edmund ordered. "Shackle his hands and feet. Make sure he can’t escape."

Without thinking, the soldier suddenly asked, "Do you want to lock him in the dungeon?"

As soon as the words slipped out, he froze, feeling afraid that the king would be angry because he spoke without permission.

However, Edmund didn’t seem upset. He simply replied, "No," he said. "Take him to the torture room."

Primrose’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of that room.

She had heard some of the maids talking about it before, but she thought they were just trying to scare her.

Who would’ve thought that such a place actually existed in the palace?

Primrose wanted to ask Edmund where the room was, but she was too exhausted to talk about something so dark.

"Are we going back to the inn?" she asked quietly. "Oh, but I think the inn is already destroyed ... maybe we can stay at another one."

"I think ..." Edmund pulled her closer to keep her from shivering. "It would be better if we returned to the palace tonight."

[She’ll be uncomfortable riding in a carriage in this state, but I have no other choice.]

[The palace is the only place where I can guarantee my wife’s safety.]

Edmund had a point.

Even though he and his soldiers had killed all the tigers that attacked them, they didn’t know if more tigers were still hiding in the shadows.

"You always know what’s best for us." Primrose whispered, resting her head against his chest. Her eyelids were already growing heavy. "I’m sorry ... but I’m really sleepy."

The best thing Primrose gained every time she was near her husband was that she didn’t need to use her brain too much. He always handled everything for her that all she needed to do was breathe and trust him.

Edmund responded with a soft hum. "It’s alright. You can sleep now without worrying about anything else."

Primrose didn’t respond to him anymore because she had already drifted off to sleep. Her body was so tired that even the noise around her couldn’t pull her back to consciousness.

She didn’t dream about anything that night, but somehow, she knew she had slept for a long time.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself lying inside a horse carriage.

Unlike the carriage they had used when they came to Moonshadow, this one was much more spacious. Primrose was able to lie down comfortably inside. But since she wasn’t very tall to begin with, it wasn’t hard to find a carriage that suited her.

Even though it was just a carriage, the space felt warm and comforting. There was a soft pillow under her head and a thick, cozy blanket wrapped around her body.

Primrose slowly moved her ankle and let out a breath of relief because it no longer felt hurt.

She ran her hand over her arms and realized that all the bruises and cuts she’d gotten from running had completely disappeared.

It looked like Edmund had healed her entire body.

Still, why did she feel so tired?

She didn’t even feel like sitting up, even though she was already awake.

She turned her head and saw Edmund sitting in front of her, quietly watching her. His eyes were calm, but something about his steady gaze startled her just a little.

Primrose pulled the blanket up to her chin and whispered, "Is it morning already?"

Edmund gave a small nod. "You can go back to sleep if you want," he said gently, then added, "Or ... would you like something to eat? Or stop to use the restroom? We can pull over if you need."

Primrose shook her head lightly. "I’m fine. I’m not that hungry."

She wasn’t sure if she truly wasn’t hungry ... or if she simply didn’t have the appetite for eating anything right now.

"So ... we’re really heading back to the capital?" Primrose asked softly. "I guess that means you’re not planning to camp on the way."

Edmund replied, "No. I thought it would be better to go straight to the capital as soon as possible. Besides, I made sure the carriage was comfortable enough for you to rest well."

He continued, "But ... if you don’t feel comfortable, we can stop and camp."

Primrose let out a light laugh at how uncertain he sounded. "I’m already comfortable. Thank you, husband."

Besides, she didn’t really want to camp in the woods again, not after what happened with Thevan. The memory of him ambushing her was still burned into her mind.

"Oh ... actually, I wanted to ask you something."