As the night grew later and the air in the hallway grew colder, Edmund suggested that Primrose take Lazarus to the royal family room.
Primrose simply nodded in response, wiping her eyes with her sleeve along the way.
She still couldn't believe she was finally seeing her father again, even before she had firmly established her position in the palace.
"Rosie, why are you still crying?" Lazarus sighed heavily, handing his handkerchief to his daughter. "You're starting to make me feel like you're sadder to see me than happy."
Edmund opened the door for them, letting his wife and father-in-law enter first before he asked the soldier to call a maid to bring warm tea and some small treats.
Primrose pouted, sniffling a little. "But it is sad! I thought … I thought I would never get to see you again."
She wiped her tears clumsily as she sat down in a chair near the fireplace. "You must be so lonely living in that big house all by yourself."
