The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 102: The Queen’s Emotional Support Doll

Primrose and the ladies spent time together for about two hours. Most of the time, it was Mirelle who kept the conversation going. She shared all sorts of gossip, talked about fashion, and even brought up Primrose’s wedding ring again and again.

By midday, the sun was high, and the greenhouse felt so hot that Primrose just wanted to take off her gown and lie down. Finally, their tea party was over.

"I truly enjoyed our tea party," Primrose said as she rose from her chair, smiling at them. "Next time, I’ll invite you all back to the palace. Maybe we can do something even more fun."

It was mostly just polite small talk. In truth, while Primrose was somewhat entertained by their presence, she was also exhausted from having to smile so much and from hearing so many not-so-nice comments from the Duchess.

Thankfully, Brielle was there to back her up, which kept Arabella from saying anything too harsh out loud.

Still, her thoughts were another story. Even though the other ladies didn’t think badly of her, their inner voices still exploded like fireworks inside Primrose’s mind.

All of it came at once, and it gave her a pounding headache. She felt so overwhelmed that she thought she might throw up.

Sometimes, the noise in her mind was so loud that Primrose couldn’t even hear what people were really saying. Right now, all she wanted was to hide in her room, away from everyone else in the palace.

"We should have a picnic in the middle of the lake sometime!" Mirelle suddenly shouted with excitement.

Arabella frowned in confusion. "How would we do that? It’s not like we can just sit on water."

Mirelle wrinkled her nose, not expecting such a dumb remark from the Duchess. "Obviously, we’d sit on a boat."

[If she weren’t a Duchess, I would’ve questioned whether she had any brain cells left. Looks like jealousy really is clouding her mind,] Mirelle thought. [I wonder ... is her husband still sleeping with that mistress from before?]

A mistress?

So the oh-so-romantic Duke of Cindralis had a secret lover behind his wife’s back?

If Primrose’s head wasn’t throbbing so badly, she would’ve kept Mirelle in the greenhouse just a little longer and squeezed all the tea about Arabella out of her.

She sighed heavily.

Maybe not today.

If she stayed near Mirelle any longer, her head might actually explode.

"Take care of yourself, Your Majesty," Brielle said, slipping on her coat as a palace maid handed it to her. "Even though the weather in Noctvaris is a lot like your homeland, some nights can get really cold here."

Primrose smiled. "Thank you for your concern, Lady Brielle. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind."

One by one, the ladies curtsied before leaving the greenhouse. As a gesture of hospitality, Primrose handed each of them a small gift, such as beauty products and tea.

Raven was the last guest to remain. "I wish I could spend more time with you, Your Majesty. But unfortunately, I promised my husband that I’d be home before noon."

The real reason the tea party didn’t last more than two hours was because most of the ladies had other plans, but Raven was the only one who had to leave early because of her husband’s strict request.

"This won’t be our last meeting, Lady Raven," Primrose said with a warm smile. "We can always meet again another time."

[I’m not so sure about that,] Raven thought. [My husband might not let me go out again anytime soon.]

"You’re right, Your Majesty," she replied politely. "I hope we do."

After saying that, Raven gave Primrose a respectful bow and turned to leave the greenhouse. Her back seemed a little slumped, as if she truly didn’t want to go just yet.

Unfortunately, Primrose couldn’t get involved in her marriage situation, not yet, at least. If she wanted to help Raven avoid the same awful fate as before, she would need a real plan.

Raven didn’t deserve to end up behind bars for getting rid of a man who had treated her so cruelly.

Before she could think more about that, she heard Marielle calling from behind. "Your Majesty, shall I—"

Primrose raised her hand, signaling Marielle to stay quiet. "I want to return to my room. Please, don’t disturb me until I open the door myself."

Neither Marielle nor Solene had the chance to say anything before Primrose walked away. She picked up the rabbit doll that had been watching her and the other ladies from the corner of the room, then made her way to her bedroom.

As soon as she entered, Primrose kicked off her shoes and tossed them aside. Her head hurt so badly she couldn’t stand any longer, she even had to crawl to her bed.

"It hurts so much," she groaned as she flopped onto the mattress. Bunny, the rabbit doll, was right beside her like always. "Do you think it’s because of the heat? Maybe the greenhouse was just too hot today."

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No. The only doctor in the palace was Silas, and talking to him would only make her feel worse.

How about Salem? His chaotic thoughts would probably give her an even bigger headache.

Whatever.

The pain would probably go away on its own.

The dress she wore was making her feel even more uncomfortable and overheated, so she decided to take it off herself because she didn’t want anyone else around, especially not with their thoughts invading her mind.

It wasn’t easy and took her quite a while, but Primrose eventually managed to wriggle out of the complicated gown.

The moment she undid her corset and slipped out of it, she sighed deeply. For the first time in hours, she could actually breathe again. It felt like a heavy weight had finally been lifted off her chest.

Primrose didn’t even bother putting on any undergarments. She slipped into her thin nightgown, not caring about how little it covered, and crawled back onto her bed.

With a tired sigh, she pulled Bunny close, hugging the doll against her chest like a little pillow. Its soft head rested gently above her breast.

"If you were really my husband," she whispered with a faint smile, "I bet you’d be having a nosebleed by now."

Without her knowing, the rabbit doll’s eyes blinked faintly, as if responding to her words.

Of course, Primrose didn’t notice anything strange.

Her eyes were already half-lidded, her body too drained to care about anything beyond the softness of her bed and the cool breeze coming from the window. She pulled the blanket up to her chest and nuzzled the doll’s head gently.

"You know ..." she mumbled sleepily, "I think I’ve gone completely mad. Talking to a doll like this ..."

But despite her words, she didn’t stop. "... still, you’re the only one who listens without filling my head with a thousand thoughts."