The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 93: Harsh Lesson

Honestly, Primrose thought Silas would be shocked to see her looking so refreshed this morning.

But strangely, he wasn’t surprised at all. It was almost as if he had expected it.

It seemed like Primrose was right, there was a specific method required to activate the poison inside her medicine, and since he didn’t get the chance to brew the medicine himself, he couldn’t do it.

"Even so, let’s take it easy today," Sevrin said. "It wouldn’t be ideal if you ended up sick every time we studied together."

[I know His Majesty wouldn’t fire me,] he thought, [but if I push the queen too hard and she keeps falling ill, something tells me the king won’t just let that slide.]

[These foolish love birds ... People like them always give me a headache.]

Primrose hadn’t even done anything yet!

It wasn’t her fault that her brain practically overheated yesterday from staring at columns of endless numbers!

"I’ll be alright, Sir Dorne," she said, more confidently this time. "Yesterday was only my warm up. It’s been a while since I’ve studied this seriously. But today, I know I’ll do better."

Sevrin nodded slowly, pretending to stroke a beard he didn’t have. "Such spirit, Your Majesty. Very well." He smiled faintly. "Then I won’t hold back."

Primrose blinked, a little confused.

Wait—what did he mean by not holding back?

Before she could ask, Sevrin placed his heavy leather briefcase on the table with a loud thud.

The sound made her flinch and fall completely silent.

"W-What’s in that bag?" she asked hesitantly, inching back until her back hit the couch.

Why did that briefcase look so dangerous all of a sudden?

"Just today’s lesson materials, Your Majesty," Sevrin said casually.

He opened it and Primrose immediately regretted asking.

Inside were thick stacks of paper, some old and yellowing, others new and crisp. There were so many of them, they looked like they could bury her alive.

It was just paper ... and yet the bag had made that much noise when it hit the table?

How many pages were in there?!

"These are the palace’s financial reports for the past ten years," Sevrin explained. "We usually write the formal ones monthly, but to reduce errors, we also make weekly reports."

He pulled a thick stack of papers from his briefcase and set them in front of Primrose with a solid thud.

"Since you said you’ve fully recovered," he continued, "I’d like you to review the reports from the past two months. After that, I’ll give you the raw data so you can try making a full report on your own."

Primrose suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Yesterday, she had gone over some finance reports too, but they were fake, only simplified numbers, which were easy to calculate.

But the data in front of her now?

They were complex, massive figures that looked like they’d make her brain explode if she tried to crunch them all in a single day.

"Maybe ... maybe we should tone it down," Primrose said, scooting away from the table, her survival instincts kicking in. "I think ... I think I might not be completely healthy after all."

Instead of pulling the papers away, Sevrin pushed them closer.

"You can’t take back what you’ve already said, Your Majesty," he replied. His eyes moved up and down, scanning her from head to toe. "You look perfectly healthy to me."

No! No, she wasn’t! Her headache had just returned! And she was on the verge of a mental breakdown!

At this point, the only thing Primrose wanted was to toss those reports into the fireplace and run away with Bunnie to a place where Sevrin would never find her.

Wait, Bunnie? When did she start calling the doll that?

While Primrose was still trying to process her impending doom, Sevrin added dryly, "Don’t worry, Your Majesty. No one’s ever died from reading too many financial reports."

Well, she might be the first!

Still, she couldn’t escape. With no other choice, Primrose decided to swallow the bitter pill.

Sevrin dragged her through hours of brutal number crunching. Line after line, column after column, it felt endless.

By the time they were done, she could no longer feel her brain.

The sun was already dipping low when Sevrin finally said, "Let’s wrap it up for today."

He reviewed the report she’d written and gave a small nod. "There are still mistakes," he said, "but overall ... not bad for your first try."

Primrose didn’t even respond.

She laid her head on the desk, reached for the rabbit doll beside her, and hugged it like it was the only thing keeping her sane.

And, strangely enough, the stress did go down.

What a magical doll.

"... Your Majesty?" Sevrin asked carefully. "You didn’t just pass out, right?"

[If she faints, His Majesty might cut my salary.]

He seriously cared more about his salary than her health?!

Primrose sighed quietly. Then again, if she were in Sevrin’s shoes, maybe she’d be worried about her paycheck too.

"I’m fine," she finally lifted her head and said. "Thank you for today, Sir Dorne. I’ll try to do better in our next lesson."

As Sevrin packed up the thick stacks of reports from the table, Primrose hesitated before asking, "Would it be alright if I took a few days off?"

Sevrin glanced at her, his eyes narrowing. "Is it already too much for you?"

[She’s only been studying for two days and she’s asking for time off? If this were actual royal duties, she wouldn’t be able to rest so easily.]

Just imagining that future made Primrose’s stomach twist.

No wonder Edmund spent so much time locked in his study. The work of a ruler really never ended.

"I’m going to host a tea banquet soon," she explained, softening her voice. "There are still so many things I need to prepare to welcome the guests properly. This banquet is important for my image, especially in the eyes of the noblewomen. I hope you understand."

[She has a point,] Sevrin thought. [If she appears stressed or sick in front of influential women, people will criticize her, or worse, think she doesn’t enjoy having guests at the palace.]