The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 55: The Queen’s Little Act

Primrose froze in her seat.

Would he really go that far?

She knew he could be ruthless and cold-hearted, at least when it came to anyone who wasn’t his wife.

But still ... would Edmund truly wipe out an entire tribe just because a few of them had done something unforgivable?

She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a soft breath. What did she really know about beast culture, anyway?

At the end of the day, she couldn’t apply her own morals to them because their world was too different.

She had once heard that a beast tribe wasn’t just a group of people, it was a big family.

And in families like that, no one acted alone.

If someone crossed a line, it likely meant the others let it happen ... or even supported it.

In other words, maybe it wasn’t just a few individuals behind today’s attack, maybe the entire tribe was involved.

"His Majesty will return after he investigates everything thoroughly," the soldier said gently. "You don’t have to worry about him, Your Majesty."

• • •

Edmund returned to the palace after the sun had set, when most people were already lying in their beds, ready to sleep.

Primrose, however, was still wide awake. She had taken refuge in the library, hoping that reading might help her fall asleep. Since she planned to stay late, she told the librarian to just leave the key with her so he wouldn’t have to wait around.

The large library felt especially quiet that night. The only sounds were the soft crackling of firewood in the fireplace and the gentle hiss of the oil lamp flickering beside her.

She leaned her head on one hand, while the other lazily flipped through the pages of a book.

Her eyes were on the words, but her thoughts were scattered, half with the book, half with Edmund.

Not long after, she suddenly heard the faint sound of hooves approaching the front gate.

Even though the library was far from the palace gate, she could still catch the distant noise of a horde of horses entering the palace grounds.

Primrose tapped her fingers against the paper, trying her best to ignore the sound of the horses getting closer.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel curious, what exactly had Edmund done to resolve the incident with the tribe?

But if she asked him directly, wouldn’t he just brush it off or try to hide it from her?

Sure, she could always rely on her ability to read his mind, but honestly, what was the point of getting married if her own husband couldn’t trust her enough to tell her things on his own?

The truth was, Primrose wanted more than just answers.

She wanted to build something with Edmund, not just a romantic relationship, but a real partnership.

She wanted him to believe that she could handle matters of the kingdom just as well as anyone else.

That way, she wouldn’t have to struggle to find out what was going on around her, as if she were an outsider in her own home.

But to make that happen ...

Primrose needed to find a way to make sure Edmund couldn’t hide any secret from her.

"Alright." Primrose closed the book and picked up the oil lamp from the table. A small smile appeared at her lips. "Let’s put my acting skills to good use tonight."

Although she had already dismissed the librarian hours ago, a soldier was still standing faithfully outside the library door, waiting to escort the Queen back to her chambers.

When Primrose pushed the door open, the soldier, who looked like he was about to nod off, instantly straightened his back, pretending he hadn’t been seconds away from sleeping.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," he greeted with a stiff smile, like most of the beasts around the palace.

[I didn’t expect Her Majesty to stay in the library until nearly midnight,] the soldier thought, stiffening.

[Isn’t she afraid of the ghost in the library? Even the librarian refuses to stay here alone after sunset.]

Primrose chuckled inwardly. How could a beast be scared of a ghost in an empty library?

[Wait ... why does she look genuinely terrified?]

[Is there actually a ghost in there?]

Did she look scared? Maybe a little, but it wasn’t because of any ghost.

She was trying to act like a concerned wife tonight, one who cared deeply about her husband and his late return.

"Has His Majesty returned?" Primrose asked softly, making sure her voice filled with just enough worry to make it believable.

The soldier hesitated for a moment. "Yes, Your Majesty. I heard from a passing soldier that His Majesty has just returned to the palace."

Primrose gave a small nod and, without wasting a second, turned and headed down the dark hallway, the soft glow of the oil lamp in her hand lighting the way.

"Wait, Your Majesty! Isn’t your room the other way?!" the soldier called out as Primrose chose a different path.

She quickened her steps. "I want to see my husband," she said without looking back. "I’ve heard something bad happened in the capital. so I need to make sure he’s alright."

To her surprise, the soldier suddenly grabbed her hand. "No, wait! Your Majesty, you don’t have to—!"

Primrose stopped and slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. His expression was desperate, almost panicked.

"Let go of my hand." Her words were calm, paired with her innocent-looking eyes, but it was able to sent a cold shiver down his back. "You’re hurting me."

Without another word, the soldier quickly let go and stumbled a step back. "I-I apologize for my rude behavior!" he stammered.

[What the hell was I thinking, grabbing Her Majesty’s hand like that?! What if I left a bruise?!]

[But ... what if she sees His Majesty’s condition after returning from the tribe village?]

[I’ve heard things were worse than anyone expected.]

The soldier looked genuinely terrified, as if just the thought of Primrose seeing the King’s appearance after returning from the bloody battlefield was too much to handle.

Of course, it wasn’t like Primrose wanted to see a blood-soaked Edmund either, but if she wanted him to open up more, this might be the only chance she’d get.

Primrose gently rubbed her hand, lowering her voice just enough to sound soft and worried. "I’m just ... worried about my husband."