Primrose stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh, scold him, or hide her face in shame.
The way he looked so serious about blaming himself for something she had clearly caused.
It was both ridiculous and, somehow, strangely sweet.
The mighty Lycan King, feared by everyone, was sitting there blaming himself over a fallen shelf and worrying about her like she was the most fragile thing in the world.
Honestly, it made Primrose's heart ache just a little.
"Your Majesty, no one is at fault here," Primrose said softly, hoping to ease his guilt and maybe a little of her own for causing the mess. "The bookshelf just happened to fall, and I just happened to be standing there. That's all. So ... you don't have to apologize."
[My wife is too kind! She's even forgiving me when I almost got her crushed!]
But he wasn't the problem.
The one who tried to "kill" her was the stupid, creaky bookshelf!
