Raven once told her that Edmund had cried when he saw her being buried. However, he didn't show any meaningful reaction when he saw her lying lifeless on the bed.
At least, that's what people saw on the outside.
Strangely enough, even though Primrose was only peeking into the past, she could still hear his thoughts.
[This has to be a joke,] Edmund thought. [Why did Sir Dorne say my wife is dead? She's just sleeping.]
[The maids said she loves to nap. She's probably just napping now, and she'll wake up before dinner.]
[She never looked happy eating with me, so I'll ask the maids to send my meals to my study room. That way, she can eat peacefully in the dining room.]
Primrose stood just a few steps away from her own lifeless body, staring at her pale face, one that had already started to show signs of stiffness.
No matter how you looked at it, this wasn't someone who was just taking a nap.
She had died, but Edmund didn't want to believe it.
