The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 91: The Benefits of Loyalty

Marielle’s hands paused in the middle of tying the ribbon. [Wait ... didn’t that soldier call me the Queen’s personal maid earlier?]

But now that she thought about it, Her Majesty had never officially appointed her as a personal maid. Maybe the Queen had just asked for a maid to help her change clothes, and the soldier had misunderstood.

At least this time, Marielle wasn’t jumping to the worst conclusions.

"I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn, Your Majesty," Marielle said gently. "But I’ve only been working here for a little less than two months, so I’m still very new. I don’t have as much experience as the other maids."

Primrose turned her head just slightly so she could meet Marielle’s eyes over her shoulder. "If you become my personal maid, your salary will be tripled."

Marielle’s eyes went wide. "T-Tripled?!" she gasped before quickly covering her mouth. "I apologize, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to shout."

Primrose winced a little as her headache worsened from the sudden loud noise, but she held back from scolding her. "Not only that," she added calmly, "I’ll also make sure you and your family receive proper health benefits."

Marielle blinked, clearly surprised. "What ... what do you mean by that, Your Majesty?"

It wasn’t something most nobles ever offered. But Primrose had learned that from her father, the Duke of Illvaris, a man who cared deeply about those who worked under him.

He once told Primrose, "Everyone in my business has their own role. If they’re sick and can’t afford medicine, they’ll be unable to work for days and that slows down everything."

He even extended the health benefits to their families so they could focus on their duties instead of worrying about a loved one who couldn’t afford treatment.

The Duke of Illvaris had earned the loyalty of his people by taking care of them and not just with kind words, but through real support.

Because of that, none of his workers ever spoke badly about him. His name stayed clean, both among nobles and commoners.

Primrose wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps to earn the loyalty of those who worked for her, especially those who truly needed help because they had sick family members depending on them.

"I’ll cover all the medical costs if you or any of your family members ever get sick," Primrose said softly. "Medicine, doctors, whatever you need. I’ll take care of it."

In truth, she planned to pass the bills on to Edmund. He was much wealthier than she was, after all.

Besides, wasn’t it normal for the man of the house to handle the family’s expenses, including the ones his wife made?

And Edmund didn’t seem like someone who spent money carelessly. So if she didn’t use a little of it for something meaningful, what was the point of all his saving?

More than that, he must have a separate stash of money set aside for her future in case he was ever forced off the throne, right?

"Do ... do you really mean that, Your Majesty?" Marielle asked, her voice shaking. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

Primrose nodded gently. "I don’t make promises I can’t keep."

Suddenly, Marielle dropped to her knees, unable to hold back her emotions. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, "My sister’s been sick for a while now. Even before I came to the palace. If that’s the case ... would you still pay for her treatment?"

"I will," Primrose said without hesitation. "It doesn’t matter when the illness started. I’ll cover everything."

"But ... it’s really expensive," Marielle said, barely able to speak through her tears. "Before I worked here, I had to take three jobs just to buy her medicine."

"Marielle," Primrose called her name gently, but firmly. She knew the maid was overwhelmed, and that this offer probably sounded too good to be true. But Primrose didn’t have the energy to go in circles.

She just wanted to sleep!

"As long as there’s medicine for your sister’s illness, I’ll pay for it," Primrose said gently but firmly. "You don’t have to worry anymore. Just focus on doing your best as my personal maid."

"It’s such an honor to receive your kindness, Your Majesty. Thank you." Marielle bit her bottom lip, trying her best to keep her tears from falling. "I don’t even know if I can ever repay you for this."

"This isn’t about kindness, Marielle," Primrose said softly. "It’s part of your job’s benefits, just like your salary. I’m only giving you what you deserve."

"But still ..." Marielle’s voice cracked. The emotions were too much, and she couldn’t stop her tears now. "If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to buy my sister’s medicine this week."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Primrose asked, her voice calm but urging. "Go to your room and write down the prescription. Give it to Lady Solene tomorrow. Tell her I want her to take care of everything and send the bill to His Majesty."

Marielle blinked in surprise, a little confused about why the bill would go to the king, but she didn’t ask. She was too overwhelmed to question anything.

"I understand, Your Majesty." She stood up and bowed so deeply that Primrose worried she might tip forward and fall. "Thank you, truly. I promise I’ll serve you with all my heart from now on!"

Primrose gave a small hum in reply and waved her hand, letting Marielle know she could go. Marielle bowed one last time before quietly leaving the room, finally leaving Primrose alone in her room.

Without wasting another second, Primrose reached under her pillow, pulled out the small vial, and drank the medicine in one quick gulp.

A cool feeling slid down her throat and spread through her body, easing the tension in her muscles. She lay down, planning to pull the blanket over herself, but before she even managed that, her eyes had already closed.

She fell asleep in seconds.

Honestly, that didn’t feel like fever medicine at all.

It felt more like a sleeping potion!