Primrose had no idea what Edmund had done to the Duke of Obsidia, but the moment Garrick saw them approaching his cell, he quickly scrambled backward.
He pressed himself into the corner, arms wrapped tightly around his legs like a frightened animal.
He had only been locked up for a few days, yet he already looked like a man who had been forgotten for months.
His hair was tangled and unwashed. His face had lost its color, and heavy shadows hung beneath his eyes. The proud, arrogant duke Primrose remembered was nowhere to be seen.
Garrick wasn't the only one shaken. His subordinates also retreated at the sight of Edmund. None of them dared meet his gaze. Whatever her husband had done, it had shattered whatever loyalty they once had.
"Your Grace… you're looking wonderful today," Primrose said lightly, her voice bright with mock sweetness. Everyone in the dungeon knew it was pure sarcasm. "It seems you've finally learned where you stand."
