"My pain tolerance is pretty high, my wife," Edmund said gently, squeezing her hand under the table and looking at her with warm, loving eyes. "If it's you, I believe I can endure any pain."
[Ugh. I feel like throwing up.] Leofric grumbled inwardly. [Can they stop acting like wild animals in heat already?! My eyes are burning from watching these lovebirds for too long!]
Why did people always get bitter whenever they saw her and Edmund acted so lovely? It wasn't Primrose's fault that her husband loved her this much.
Leofric cleared his throat loudly, trying to snap them out of their little love bubble. "Since your magic is extremely rare, there aren't many people who can help you control it."
"But don't worry, Your Majesty!" he said with a wide grin, patting his chest with pride. "I didn't become a magic expert just by luck. Give me one week to dig deeper, and I'll tell you everything I find about your ability."
