After Primrose erased Garrick's and his underlings' memories, Edmund allowed them to leave the dungeon.
Their carriage and belongings had been kept untouched in the warehouse, as if they had always been meant to leave peacefully. With everything prepared, Garrick and his entourage were able to depart from Illvaris without delay.
They were escorted along a quiet, seldom-used path, far from the eyes of curious servants or passing citizens. If there wasn't any witness, then there wouldn't be any rumor.
Primrose and Edmund stood at the rear gate of the manor, watching the carriage roll away into the distance.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Primrose broke the silence. "Isn't it frightening?"
Edmund glanced at her, one brow lifting slightly. "Frightening?" he repeated. "What is?"
Primrose's gaze remained fixed on the disappearing carriage. "Having someone erase your memories," she said softly. "Like what I just did."
