For some reason, Primrose really wanted to know the answer to that question. But how could she? It wasn't like she could peek into a different timeline, one that existed in a completely separate world.
"None of that matters now, Your Majesty," Primrose said softly. "Whether you let me learn my duties sooner or later, if I'm the one who can't handle the workload … then it's my fault."
"No! You didn't do anything wrong!" Edmund said, gritting his teeth. "I know you're more than capable. Even I … even I can do it!"
[Even someone as dumb as me can deal with royal affairs,] he thought bitterly.
Now, Primrose found herself wondering something else.
Edmund had always called himself dumb and to be fair, she had called him that too, more than once. But … was he really that dumb?
What kind of fool could step in as king and stop the tribes from tearing each other apart the moment he took the throne?
