Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: The Frozen Princess and The Warlord Escort

The East Wing of the Royal Palace was usually a place of silence and shadows, but today, the air vibrated with a different kind of tension.

Primrose marched down the marble corridor, her boots clicking rhythmically against the stone. She wasn’t wearing her apron. She was wearing a sturdy traveling coat over her dress, her hair pulled back in a severe bun that meant business, and Rurik’s satchel slung across her chest.

She stopped in front of the heavy oak doors of the Grand Duke’s study. But before she could pound on them, the side door to the solar opened.

Princess Leonora stepped out. She looked frantic, her golden hair slightly disheveled, as if she had been running.

"Primrose!" Leonora gasped, nearly colliding with the petite tutor. "You’re back! I heard what happened—the carriage, the escape... did you really take Ellia to a daycare?"

"We took a field trip," Primrose corrected, her voice steady. "And we fixed the problem. The anklet is gone. Mr. Whisper is evicted. Ellia is safe."

Leonora slumped against the wall, a hand over her heart. "Oh, thank the Stars. I was so worried."

"Where is Lord Bastion? I need to speak to him. Now." Primrose said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the closed doors of the study.

Leonora winced. She looked at the closed doors, then back at Primrose.

"You can’t," Leonora said softly.

"Watch me," Primrose stepped forward. "I have a grappling hook and zero patience."

"No, Primrose, I mean you literally can’t," Leonora shook her head. "He isn’t there. He left."

Primrose froze. "Left? What do you mean ’left’?"

"About an hour ago," Leonora explained, wringing her hands. "Right after his carriage returned from the city. He looked... haunted. He packed a single bag, summoned his personal guard, and rode out. He said he had urgent business to attend to at his private estate."

Primrose let out a sharp breath. He ran, she thought furiously. He saw Ellia in the market. He saw his daughter for the first time in a year, saw the pain on her face, and instead of stopping... he ran away.

"He is a coward," Primrose muttered. "A terrified, grieving coward."

"He is the Grand Duke," Leonora reminded her gently, though she didn’t disagree. "Primrose, you cannot chase him. If he has retreated to his estate, he will be behind high walls. The Royal Guard won’t let a Tutor through."

Primrose smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was the smile of a Gamer who had just unlocked the Call for Backup ability.

"I know," Primrose said. "That’s why I didn’t come alone."

She turned around and snapped her fingers.

The Pack Arrives

From the shadows of the main corridor, four figures emerged.

They didn’t walk; they prowled. The hallway, which was designed to accommodate royal processions, suddenly felt cramped.

General Rajah (Tiger) led the formation. He was wearing his full military regalia—a coat of midnight blue with gold epaulets that emphasized the terrifying width of his shoulders. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his saber, and his striped tail twitched with controlled aggression.

To his left was Lord Rurik (Wolf). The giant of the North wore furs and leather armor, looking like he had just walked off a battlefield. He carried no weapon, because Rurik was the weapon.

To his right, Archduke Cassian (Snake). He wore a pristine, tailored suit that cost more than the entire daycare, his monocle catching the light. He held a tablet in one hand, already calculating logistics.

And behind them all, melting out of the dim lighting like a wraith, was Duke Lucien (Panther). He wore black silk, silent and deadly.

The Four Warlords of the Continent stopped behind Primrose. They formed a wall of muscle, magic, and political power that could topple nations.

Primrose looked up at Leonora.

"I brought friends."

The Princess Short-Circuits

Leonora stared.

She looked at Primrose. Then she looked up. And up.

Her gaze landed on General Rajah.

The Tiger Warlord was looking around the hallway with a critical eye, checking for threats. When his gaze swept over Leonora, he paused. He offered a stiff, polite nod.

"Princess Leonora," Rajah rumbled, his voice deep enough to vibrate the floorboards. "Greetings."

Leonora’s brain simply... stopped.

She opened her mouth to reply. She wanted to say, Greetings, General Rajah, welcome to the Palace.

What came out was: "H-h... Gwah."

She blinked rapidly. A blush of epic proportions—a red so bright it rivaled Rurik’s cape—shot up her neck and consumed her face. Her knees knocked together audibly.

This was the man she had been pining over for years. The man whose posters she may or may not have hidden under her mattress. And he was here. In her hallway. Looking devastatingly handsome and smelling like sandalwood and danger.

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