Primrose tilted her head, looking at him with pitiful eyes. "But still… I don't like hearing people insult you, even if it's only in their thoughts."
Edmund sighed softly and brushed his fingers across her cheek. "It's alright. As long as they don't say it out loud, I truly don't care."
After all, no one could be punished just for what they were thinking, unless their intentions were evil enough to warrant it.
"Don't worry, husband!" Primrose suddenly grabbed his hands, speaking with full confidence. "Maybe people hate you now, but I promise I'll make sure those close to us stop thinking badly about you."
She knew she couldn't change how the entire world saw her husband, but at least she could make sure the people who mattered—her father, the Duke's manor staff, and her friends—would see Edmund for who he really was.
