By the time Edmund had grown old, Primrose might already be gone.
She had heard stories that lycans could live for three hundred years, some even longer.
Meanwhile, humans like her rarely made it past eighty.
If someone strong enough to defeat Edmund came when he was centuries old, she wouldn't even be there to witness it. She'd already be resting in peace.
But still … what if that moment came much sooner?
What if someone tried to take his throne while she was still alive?
What if she had to watch him fall?
As if he could sense exactly what was on her mind, Edmund spoke again, "Besides … I've saved a lot of money in other places," he said. "If something bad ever happens, we can leave this kingdom and still live a good life for as long as you live."
[I'll never let my wife suffer.]
