The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 53: Not a Princess Tea Party (II)

However, she had no idea if the noble ladies of the Beast Kingdom shared the sa tastes. For all she knew, they might have completely different customs, or maybe they drank tea with raw at on the side instead of pastries.

Okay, that was probably too much.

Still, it wasn’t like she had ever been invited to a tea party here before.

Primrose ate the cake just like she always did during snack ti, but maybe it was because Edmund had instructed the maids to prepare everything based on human customs—tea, delicate pastries, and all the usual refined treats.

As she was lost in thought, Solene clapped her hands again. "Would you like to help with that as well, Your Majesty? I could have the royal chef prepare a sample nu for you to try!"

"That would be wonderful," she said with a smile.

"Excellent!" Solene said, "I’ll take care of it right away!"

She gave a quick curtsy before hurrying off with the energy of a woman on a holy mission. The second the door shut behind her, Primrose dropped her elegant posture and let out an exhausted sigh.

This was too much.

Who knew planning a simple tea party would feel like preparing for war?

She had gotten used to being a host for tea parties, but she had no idea that preparing one for the beasts would pressure her so much.

Maybe it was because she wanted everything to be perfect.

Even though Primrose always said she didn’t care what people thought about her, deep down, of course it still stung a little when people didn’t like her or talked badly about her, whether out loud or just in their heads.

She let out a sigh and leaned her head back against the chair. "I guess being the Sleeping Beauty wasn’t so bad after all."

Who would’ve thought she’d actually miss those days when all she did in the palace was lie in bed, eat, gossip, read books, and do whatever she wanted?

But then again, doing nothing could also make her feel depressed without reason from ti to ti.

She just had to hold on a little longer, perhaps her life would get better if she succeeded to win the hearts of these noble ladies.

Primrose imdiately straightened her back and took out the list of noble ladies she would invite to her tea party.

Since this was her very first tea party in the Noctvaris kingdom, she planned to invite as many noble won as possible.

Not because she wanted to be friends with everyone—far from it actually—but because she needed to figure out who could beco her allies and who she should avoid for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, there was one problem: She still couldn’t read too many minds at once without ending up with a splitting headache.

That’s why Primrose often locked herself in the bedroom or avoided people in the palace whenever she felt too overwheld by her mind-reading ability.

She tapped her fingers on the paper in front of her and murmured, "Maybe ten is enough for now?"

Deep down, she knew ten wasn’t much. But if she pushed herself to handle more people, she might not be able to keep up with the conversations, especially if her head started pounding halfway through.

For now, it was better to focus on quality over quantity.

Once she got used to the ntal strain or at least the headaches, she could start inviting more ladies next ti.

"Ten ..." Primrose stared at the list for a mont, slowly sorting through the nas, trying to choose the won who might actually be useful to her in the future.

The wives of the high-ranking nobles were a must. Then there were the influential won of the beast kingdom—successful business owners, beloved public figures—who also made the list of potential guests for her very first tea party.

After hours of sorting through nas and narrowing it down to just ten ladies, Primrose stretched her arms over her head and let out a deep sigh of relief.

"I think this is good enough," she said to herself, slipping the paper into the drawer.

She could always change the list later if soone didn’t seem like a good fit, at least as long as the invitations hadn’t gone out yet.

For now, sleep sounded like the best plan. The exhaustion from knitting all day had finally caught up to her.

She couldn’t help but wonder ... if Edmund kissed her every ti she felt this tired, would all her fatigue just lt away?

That thought made her jolt. She felt so embarrassed that she slapped her own face.

Where did that co from?!

Ugh. Her husband’s dirty mind was clearly starting to affect her too.

"Forget about him," she whispered.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t.

It was so hard to get him out of her head, especially after that kiss in the morning.

Now she was stuck tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She rolled around for hours, only managing to close her eyes when the sky was already starting to brighten.

The result was disastrous because She had to be up again at eight in the morning.

Why did palace breakfast have to be so early? Couldn’t she just eat whenever she woke up?

Primrose wanted to oversleep, waking up when the sun was already high in the sky!

But apparently, that only happened when she spent the night in the King’s chamber.

Speaking of Edmund, he had already left the palace before sunrise, summoned to deal with an urgent matter in the capital.

"What happened?" Primrose asked gently.

She might not have an official job in the palace yet, but that didn’t an she wanted to stay in the dark. She wanted to understand what was going on in the kingdom, especially in this lifeti.

The soldier looked nervous. He opened his mouth to speak, then quickly shut it again. He did that a few more tis, and Primrose could already feel her patience started to run off.

[Is it okay for to tell Her Majesty this? What if it scares her?] the poor man seed to wonder.

Primrose’s lips twitched slightly behind her fan.

Did he really think she was that fragile?