Edmund stayed quiet for a while.
[So … My wife wants to make her father proud ...]
[Not only is she kind and gentle, but she's also a devoted daughter.]
[As her husband, it's my job to help her do that. And maybe, just maybe, her father will be proud of me too.]
"If that's what you want," Edmund finally said, "then … I can help you. How about I ask one of the royal advisors to meet with you tomorrow? They can explain your duties as queen and guide you through everything."
So … she did have royal duties from the start.
How long had she been here now? Two weeks? Maybe more?
She had been in the palace all this time, and yet, her only real contributions so far were putting on dramatic performances and giving the maids and guards mild trauma with her fake "I'm-going-to-stab-myself" acts.
Well … that wasn't really her fault.
Honestly, it was his fault for spoiling her too much.
