"What happened in the meeting?" Primrose asked softly as she dried Edmund's hair with a towel, gently patting away the leftover wine that clung to his strands.
Primrose still couldn't believe that someone had actually dared to throw wine bottles at the king's head.
That wasn't just bold. That was madness.
It seemed their anger was far stronger than their fear or even the respect they should've had for the King of Beasts.
But what surprised her more than their boldness was Edmund's silence.
He had allowed them to release their rage on him without fighting back.
If Edmund were the kind of king who lost control of his temper, that meeting could have turned into a massacre. A bloodbath.
"They were furious because I wanted to cover up the story about the Marquess embezzling public funds," Edmund said. "They thought I was protecting a corrupt man."
