Four hours had passed, and Edmund was still begging his wife to open her eyes. However, the only answer he got was silence, a cold, heavy silence that drained all the strength from his body, leaving him too weak to even stand.
Fortunately, time inside a memory moved faster than it did in the real world. Otherwise, Primrose would've had to watch him kneel by her bed for hours on end.
"I don't think you should keep going, Your Majesty," Raven's voice echoed inside Primrose's mind. "It would be worse if you got trapped in these painful memories."
Primrose clenched her fists tightly. "I can still go on," she whispered back.
She knew Raven wanted to pull her out, probably even considered doing it by force. But in the end, she chose to respect Primrose's decision.
"Alright," Raven said. "I should also warn you, the memories might jump around because I couldn't retrieve clear images of everything from the past."
Primrose merely nodded in response, her attention still fixed on Edmund.
