From the very beginning, Primrose had known there was only one place Lorelle truly wanted to return to. It was her old house on the edge of Noctvaris's capital.
She had lived there for years, so it had become a part of her. Even though most of her memories there were bad, they were still precious memories to her.
"She told me that," Primrose said to her husband in his office. Edmund hadn't wanted her anywhere near work today. He had hoped she would spend the day resting in her room instead. Unfortunately, his wife had never been very good at staying away from her responsibilities.
At least she knew when to stop, and Edmund trusted her enough to let her handle a few things.
"Do you think we can hold her funeral tonight?" Primrose asked. "Lorelle said she doesn't mind even if we have to do it in the middle of the night."
Edmund let out a long sigh as he looked at her. "I swear it's impossible for you to spend a single day resting, my wife."
