"That's so sweet!" Mirelle gasped. She looked at Primrose in disbelief, and in her mind, she was already planning to spread that sweet story to every customer who walked into her shop.
Primrose couldn't help but smile faintly. "He's always sweet to me." She tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "At first, I can't deny that I used to be afraid of him. But after spending so much time together, I realized he's not scary at all."
"He's never raised his voice at me and always treats me with such gentleness." Primrose's smile slowly grew wider.
At this point, she wasn't sure if she was still pretending to be happy or if maybe she really meant it.
"I'm truly grateful to have a husband like His Majesty." Primrose's eyes softened, sparkling like someone who was truly in love. "We both have our flaws, but I want to work hard to be the person who can support him and fill in those gaps."
Alright, stop talking.
Primrose started to feel like she wasn't pretending anymore.
