He didn't even know who his mate would be, and yet, Edmund had done everything he could to ensure her well-being.
"I never expected you would be the one," he said quietly. "When the Moon Goddess gave me your name, I planned to take things slow. That's why I sent a letter to your father. But then …"
He gritted his teeth, clearly recalling something unpleasant. "… the Emperor got involved."
Because of the Emperor, their relationship had started in the worst way.
Even worse, Primrose had refused to speak to her father before she was sent to Noctvaris, thinking he hadn't done enough to stop the forced marriage.
The more she thought about it, the more Primrose realized how messy her first life truly was.
So many misunderstandings piled on top of each other. All of them were tangled and twisted, until it was almost impossible to tell what had really gone wrong.
But the root of it all was the Emperor of Vellmoria.
