Chapter 367: The Queen’s Purple Nightgown
No matter how strong Edmund’s desire was to fulfill his wife’s request, he somehow managed to hold firm to his decision and not waver, even when Primrose often teased him.
"If we do it now, you’ll fall asleep, and I can’t leave you alone like that, my wife," Edmund said softly. "I really need to be back in an hour."
The way he spoke was so gentle that Primrose never thought for a second he saw her as a burden. He was simply expressing genuine concern for her and their baby.
"Then ... tonight?" Primrose stopped moving on his lap and looked into his eyes. "How about tonight? Do you want it?"
Edmund swallowed hard. His desire was piling up, pushing him to the edge, making him want to tear his wife’s dress off right then and there. For a moment, he even thought of abandoning the soldiers, but thankfully, a bit of logic still kept him grounded.
He had been pushing his schedule faster, trying to finish as much as he could each day, running back and forth so he could clear more time for his wife.
He did all this so that before the Winter Retreat began—when the snowstorms would rage on for two straight weeks—he would already be free. He wanted to spend that quiet time with her, to watch the first snow fall together.
Primrose knew it too. But honestly ... if they kept being apart like this, she felt she would lose her mind before winter even came.
She couldn’t even share a proper meal with her husband anymore, and she hadn’t been touched by Edmund in so long, except for kisses and hugs.
She was frustrated, so frustrated she felt like banging her head against the table or maybe buying some toy from Mirelle, though that would be pointless since no toy in the world could ever replicate her husband’s touch.
"I’ll ask Dr. Celdric first." Before Primrose could complain, Edmund quickly added, "I’d rather cut off my dick than hurt you by accident. So please ... don’t fight me on this."
Primrose let out a soft sigh, her lips pouting as she murmured, "Alright, then." Then she mumbled, "But if Dr. Celdric says no, at least help me a little ... like, using your fingers, for example."
Primrose turned her face to the side so she couldn’t clearly see Edmund’s expression. But even so, she could still hear his thoughts loud and clear.
[How can I hold myself back any longer when she keeps being this cute!]
[If I use my hand one more time to satisfy myself, I’m afraid my dick will protest by torturing me with an erection without release.]
That ... that probably would happen to him. She still remembered on some nights, she could feel his hard manhood pressing against her back. So maybe Edmund really wasn’t able to find release with just his hands anymore.
"If you help me, I can also help you with my hands." Primrose turned back to him, speaking seriously. "Maybe ... even with my mouth."
"No!" Edmund snapped a little too harshly. "I don’t want you putting something unhealthy in your mouth! You and our baby could get sick."
Primrose blinked in surprise. Edmund almost never raised his voice, so being scolded like this felt strange. Worse than that, he had shouted just because he didn’t want her to put his dick in her mouth.
If anyone overheard that, the palace gossip would be wild for weeks.
"It’s not like I’m going to chew on it." Primrose still believed there was nothing wrong with taking him in her mouth, as long as she didn’t swallow his seed. But since her husband seemed so against it, she decided not to push the matter further.
After lunch together—or perhaps more accurately, after planning their steamy night—Primrose returned to her office while Edmund headed back to the training ground.
But neither of them could focus on their work. Primrose even kept misreading her reports so badly that Sevrin finally sighed and took over the rest of her work.
Of course, there was no way Primrose would refuse such kindness. Since Sevrin offered, she gladly took the chance to rest.
So she went back to her room without hesitation, stretched out on her bed, and started daydreaming about what might happen tonight.
"Marielle," she called while rolling lazily on the bed. "Do you think ... I still have a sexy nightgown in my closet?"
Marielle, who was pouring tea into a cup, jumped in shock and ended up spilling it all over the floor. "O-oh ... do you mean the see-through nightgown, Your Majesty?"
Primrose immediately sat up on the bed. "Yes, something like that. Do I still have one in my closet?"
She could still remember clearly the purple nightgown she wore on their first night. But Edmund had refused to touch her then, so he never enjoyed the sight of his wife dressed like that.
In her past life, she burned that cursed nightgown. But in this life ... she had only tossed it aside after Edmund left her alone on their wedding night.
Back then, Leah had been the one choosing her clothes, so Primrose assumed that wicked woman might have destroyed it.
But her doubts vanished when Marielle said, "You still have one, Your Majesty. I’m sure I saw a purple see-through nightgown in your closet. Let me find it for you."
[Oh heavens! Does Her Majesty plan to surprise His Majesty tonight?!] Leah screamed inside her head.
[Everyone’s been whispering that they haven’t been intimate since her pregnancy. Because of that, the soldiers often say His Majesty has been cranky all the time, even making their training so brutal it feels like they’re on the verge of meeting the gods.]
[But ... if Her Majesty is asking for that nightgown, doesn’t it mean the suffering finally ends tonight?!] Marielle thought enthusiasically.
Primrose’s eye twitched as she screamed inside her head, Why are these people always so nosy about her sex life?!
She probably wouldn’t be surprised if someone wrote about their sex life in a book.