Primrose dabbed her cheek with a handkerchief, then slowly moved closer to Edmund.
The moment her eyes accidentally met the Marquess's, she could hear even more filthy thoughts leaking from his mind like a broken jar.
[The more I look at her, the more I think she's too beautiful to be kept all to himself.]
[His Majesty should consider sharing her with some of his most loyal men.]
[Maybe I could even offer to train her into a proper sex slave.]
Primrose's hands trembled slightly, and she felt so uncomfortable it made her want to vomit.
Without realizing it, she clutched Edmund's coat in secret, quietly seeking a bit of comfort in the middle of this filth.
If the Marquess ever dared say those words out loud in front of Edmund, he wouldn't live to regret it. The King of Beasts would slice off his head without hesitation and burn the remains to ash.
There was no way her husband would ever let another man touch her.
Primrose eventually moved to stand just behind Edmund.
