"Do you … want to put the ring on my finger?" Primrose asked softly, holding out her hand toward Edmund. She quickly turned her face to the side, trying to hide her blushing cheeks.
Edmund froze. He was so stunned that his mind went completely blank, as if his brain had stopped working altogether.
"Husband," Primrose called, gently patting his cheek to wake him up. But when he didn't respond, she gave him a little smack and shouted, "Edmund!"
"I'm here!" Edmund snapped out of it, standing up straighter within seconds. He blinked several times, clearly shocked. His cheek stung a little, but he didn't care. His focus was only on the ring in his hand. "Did you … say something, wife?"
Primrose let out a small sigh and patiently repeated, "I said, do you want to put the ring on my finger now?"
She hesitated, then added with a soft voice, "Since this is a wedding ring, shouldn't we say our vows as we put the rings on each other?"
