The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 69: Wedding Vows (I)

"Do you ... want to put the ring on my finger?" Primrose asked softly, holding out her hand toward Edmund. She quickly turned her face to the side, trying to hide her blushing cheeks.

Edmund froze. He was so stunned that his mind went completely blank, as if his brain had stopped working altogether.

"Husband," Primrose called, gently patting his cheek to wake him up. But when he didn’t respond, she gave him a little smack and shouted, "Edmund!"

"I’m here!" Edmund snapped out of it, standing up straighter within seconds. He blinked several tis, clearly shocked. His cheek stung a little, but he didn’t care. His focus was only on the ring in his hand. "Did you ... say sothing, wife?"

Primrose let out a small sigh and patiently repeated, "I said, do you want to put the ring on my finger now?"

She hesitated, then added with a soft voice, "Since this is a wedding ring, shouldn’t we say our vows as we put the rings on each other?"

Edmund blinked, needing a few seconds before he could process her words. "You ... you want us to repeat our wedding vows?"

Primrose gave a small nod. "Back then, when we get married, I didn’t even bother listening to our vows because ..." She lowered her gaze, biting her bottom lip for a mont. "I thought you hated , so I didn’t see the point."

Edmund’s eyes widened. "I’ve never hated you. Not even once."

[Now that I think about it,] Edmund realized, [my wife looked so sad on our wedding day.]

[She looked like she might cry, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at her for long. Every ti I saw her beautiful face so full of sadness, it felt like my heart was breaking.]

"I know." Primrose lifted her head, showing him a soft smile. "I know now. That’s why I want to repeat our vows properly ... so that every ti you call your wife, I’ll hear it with peace in my heart."

At this mont, Primrose didn’t even bother to lie or try to act innocent just to win Edmund’s heart.

She truly wanted to repeat their wedding vows. After all, back then, the only thing she had managed to say was a plain, "I do," and she had chosen to shut her ears when the priest recited their wedding vows.

Because, really, what was the point of listening to vows when Primrose had no intention of keeping them at the ti?

"Then, let’s repeat our wedding vows now," Edmund said without hesitation.

Primrose reached out and gently tugged at the edge of his cloak. "But when we say our wedding vows, humans usually put rings on each other’s fingers." She glanced up at him, a little unsure. "Did you ... make one for yourself too?"

Truthfully, she hadn’t expected much. She only ever ntioned wanting a ring for herself, not a matching pair.

But to her surprise, Edmund pulled out a second box from his pocket.

Unlike the first one, which was elegant and expensive, this box was plain, made of dark wood, without any carvings or decorations. It looked more like a simple trinket box than sothing ant for a wedding ring.

"I ... heard about that too," Edmund mumbled, eyes shifting away from hers as if he was embarrassed. "So I decided to make one for myself."

[If only the jeweler hadn’t told that wedding rings are supposed to co in pairs for husband and wife, I probably wouldn’t have made one for myself.]

[Because ... this beautiful gem suits her soft and delicate hand more than it would ever suit my rough and ugly one.]

[But luckily, I made it. Otherwise, I might have disappointed my wife.]

Primrose carefully took the wooden box from his hand and opened it. She blinked, stunned for a few seconds.

The ring inside was very different from hers.

It was simple, made of the sa gold, but the gemstone was so small that it would barely be noticeable unless soone looked at it closely.

Just from the difference in the size of the gemstones alone, anyone who saw them would probably think, ’His Majesty must really love his wife.’

"What ... what should I do now?" Edmund asked hesitantly. He looked completely lost, as he had never witnessed a human wedding before.

Primrose closed the wooden box in her hands and shifted her gaze toward Edmund. "In my holand, we usually say our vows first, and then we exchange rings. The vows don’t have to be complicated, simple ones are enough."

Honestly, what they were doing now was nothing more than a silly little wedding redo, sothing that wasn’t even necessary.

They weren’t standing at a grand altar, but on a quiet balcony. And the only witnesses were two poor soldiers who had been awkwardly watching their King and Queen being all sweet and romantic while silently biting their fingers in secondhand embarrassnt.

So really, a short and simple vow like ’I promise to protect you’ or ’I promise to always stay by your side’ would be more than enough.

"I understand," Edmund said seriously. He slipped the velvet box back into his pocket and gently held Primrose’s hands, gripping them a little tighter than usual.

He stood there quietly for a few seconds, looking like he was planning a war strategy instead of a wedding vow.

"Primrose Vielle Illvaris," he called softly. Hearing her full na made sothing flutter inside Primrose’s stomach, like tiny butterflies that refused to calm down.

"I, Edmund Osbert Varnhar," he continued, "promise that you will always be my wife."

Primrose blinked.

She tilted her head slightly.

That’s it?

Primrose did say that a simple wedding vow would do, but couldn’t he have said sothing a little more aningful?

She wasn’t expecting Edmund to suddenly turn into a prince from those romantic tales and recite a whole book of flowery words, but still ... that was too short!

Just when Primrose thought Edmund wouldn’t say anything else, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"This kingdom, this world ... it might not always be kind to you. It might make you sad or hurt you sotis." His icy-blue eyes locked onto her golden ones. "But I will always stand by your side."