"I only spoke with the Marquess for a short time," he continued. "But even from that short meeting, I could already tell, he's the kind of man who deserves to be killed."
He had a point. The Marquess of Moonshadow was a rotten man.
But still, shouldn't he have been a little more surprised that his wife was plotting murder?
"Actually, I'm glad to hear this," Edmund said.
Primrose blinked in confusion. "Glad? Which part of me wanting to kill someone could possibly make you feel relieved?"
"The world is cruel, my wife," Edmund said gently. "People born with hearts too soft will have a hard time surviving when conflict breaks out."
"I'll never ask you to become heartless." He looked at her with understanding. "but in a world like ours … sometimes having the strength to strike back against those who hurt you is necessary."
Primrose swallowed, staring at him without blinking. "So … if, just hypothetically, I did kill someone, would you still not be mad at me?"
