The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 132: The Brave Queen

No, the gloves were nothing compared to the greenhouse, the wedding rings, the beautiful dresses, and all the other things Edmund had given her.

Because of that thought, Primrose was still hesitant to give him the gloves.

She wanted to offer sothing more special, but between all her lessons and worrying about Raven, she kept pushing it aside.

It wasn’t that she’d forgotten about him.

She just couldn’t juggle two very important things at once or her brain couldn’t function properly.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized sothing: She had always been the one receiving gifts from her father, from the n in her holand, from her husband, even from her friends.

So when it ca ti to give sothing back to others, sothing truly aningful, she didn’t know what to do.

This was her husband we’re talking about.

The man who made her heart race and cald her soul all at once.

How could she just hand him sothing random?

Unfortunately, the more she tried to find the perfect one, the more confused she beca.

"Good night, Your Majesty." Callen opened her bedroom door politely.

Primrose gave him a gentle smile. "Good night."

Once the door closed behind her, Primrose turned her gaze toward the drawer, the one where she had kept the knitted gloves ant for Edmund.

"Maybe ... those gloves are good enough for now," she whispered to herself, just loud enough for her own ears so Edmund couldn’t eavesdrop through Bunnie.

After that, she would try to find a gift even better than just a pair of gloves.

• •

Without realizing it, a whole week had passed in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow, they would finally leave for Moonshadow.

Just as Primrose had predicted, they hadn’t had many chances to see each other except during als. Edmund had been buried in work and hardly left his study, and the sa could be said for Primrose.

At the very least, she still had Sevrin guiding her, so her workload didn’t pile up too badly. She just moved a little slowly because she was still trying to adapt to all the complicated material.

"You’ve done well today, Your Majesty," Sevrin said as he flipped through the financial report she had worked on over the past few days. "There isn’t a single mistake in this one."

He paused, then added, "And your handwriting is very neat and organized."

Primrose’s lips curled into a proud little smile. After days of pushing her brain to keep up with Sevrin’s lessons, she could finally say she was starting to understand things more easily.

See? She wasn’t stupid. Her brain had just gotten a little rusty from being unused for too long.

"But," Sevrin added, letting out a sigh, "you really need to pick up your pace. At the rate you’re going, it’ll take you a hundred years to finish everything."

Primrose’s eyes twitched slightly. It felt like she’d just fallen straight to the ground after soaring high into the clouds.

"I know." She let out a small, tired sigh. "I’ll try to do better."

Sevrin nodded and slipped her report into a folder. "Honestly, I didn’t agree when you said you wanted to leave the palace for a few days," he admitted.

Primrose, who had just been about to rest her head on the table, imdiately straightened her back. "I’ve been working non-stop for days, finishing my tasks and studying. Isn’t that enough?"

Sevrin looked her in the eyes. His serious expression softened a little as he sat down across from her.

"That’s not what I ant." he said gently. "It’s just ... many beasts still don’t fully accept you as their queen."

[She might feel sad if people outside the palace treat her badly.]

Primrose was taken aback because she didn’t expect Sevrin to care about her that much.

Primrose didn’t hesitate. "I know," she replied firmly. "That’s exactly why I need to leave the palace. I want them to see with their own eyes, let them judge face to face."

Sevrin let out a quiet laugh. "You think they won’t? Trust , they will."

He leaned in slightly. "You can’t compare beasts to your kind, who only whisper behind one another’s backs. We beasts have no problem saying harsh things right to your face."

Primrose knew that all too well.

In her previous life, so beasts had openly insulted her without a second thought. So of them disappeared not long afterward, but those who slipped past Edmund’s attention continued to roam freely.

Whether they said she was too weak, useless, or that she was a queen the king didn’t even love, she’d heard it all before.

That was why she believed she could handle it again this ti.

Mirelle might have spread the gossip that the Lycan King loved his mate so much he was willing to retrieve the Celestine Heart stone from the abyss for her, but that didn’t an everyone would like her right away.

"Then let them talk," Primrose said with confidence. "Let them say whatever they want, at least that way, I’ll know what they dislike about ."

Sevrin narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her. Then, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You’re braver than you look, Your Majesty," he said. "And that’s exactly the kind of courage a Queen of Beasts needs."

He rose from his chair, gathering the books he had brought into the library. Just before turning to leave, he looked at her one last ti, his gaze a little softer now.

"You’ll be just fine here, Your Majesty. I can see it."

[Even though she looks delicate, I don’t think she’ll die so easily in a land full of beasts.]

[She actually looks like soone who knows exactly what she needs to do to survive.]

That was because she had lived twice. In her first life, she was clueless and died too easily. If she made the sa mistake again, then she’d be even dumber than a donkey.

"I hope your words co true, Sir Dorne," Primrose replied with a smile. "Let’s just hope for the best."