The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510: The King’s Property

Wasn’t this her home?

What kind of queen could not freely walk through her own palace?

Unless... there was something inside those rooms that she was not meant to see.

"Do you know why your husband doesn’t allow you to enter the other rooms?" Primrose asked gently as she followed Bianca up to the second floor.

"I’ve never asked," Bianca replied without hesitation. "If he tells me not to do something, then I simply don’t do it. That’s all." Her voice sounded calm, almost indifferent.

[How would I even know what’s inside those rooms?] she thought. [He always locks them, and he never lets the maids or the soldiers open them for me.]

[I don’t know what he’s hiding in there.]

It was strange.

Averon did not forbid Bianca from entering just one room, but he forbade her from entering dozens of rooms. If Edmund ever told Primrose she was not allowed to enter half the rooms in Noctvaris, she would have thrown him out of his own chamber instead.

"Have you never been curious?" Primrose asked again as they stepped onto the balcony.

Cold air brushed against her face. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Bianca looked at her for a moment and frowned slightly. "It’s better not to think about it," she said. "Being too curious only brings trouble. You know husbands don’t like nagging wives, right?"

Primrose gave a slow nod. "Right... my husband would shout at me if I asked too many questions," she lied smoothly. "I wonder why men always have so much energy to be angry all the time."

Some men got angry because they were inept lycans who did not know how to express their true feelings, while others were angry simply because they hated their wives.

"Please, have a seat," Bianca said, gesturing toward the chairs placed on the balcony.

The snow had begun to fall softly, covering the palace garden in white. Primrose shivered as the cold wind touched her skin. "Why don’t we just talk in the corridor?" she suggested.

The weather might not have been as cold as during a snowstorm, but it was still cold.

"Don’t be silly." Bianca waved her hand lightly. "How could I let my guest stand in the corridor?"

But Primrose would rather stand in the corridor than sit on the freezing balcony. Fortunately, she had brought her coat before leaving the parlor, so she still had some protection.

"Oh, come on. Just sit." Bianca suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed her down into one of the chairs.

When Primrose tried to stand again, Bianca placed a firm hand on her shoulder. Then she leaned closer and whispered near her ear. "There are too many eyes in the corridor," she murmured in a low voice. "This is the only place where they can’t see us."

Primrose froze in place when she heard her words. Slowly, she looked around the balcony.

"Can you leave us for a moment?" Primrose turned toward the guards with a soft smile. "It’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to speak with my old friend. Can’t you give us a little privacy?"

One of the Azmeria soldiers answered in a stiff tone, "His Majesty has ordered us to guard Her Majesty, the Queen of Azmeria, at all times. Therefore, we cannot leave."

[Besides, what do women even talk about?] the soldier thought carelessly. [It’s probably just fashion and cakes.]

Primrose’s eyes twitched slightly. Yes, she liked talking about dresses and desserts, but that did not mean she was foolish or shallow. She was more than capable of discussing serious matters.

If she could throw one of her heels straight at his head, she honestly would have.

"My husband wouldn’t like it if another man harassed his wife," Primrose said sweetly, her smile calm and harmless.

The soldier blinked in shock. "What? I haven’t even touched you, Your Majesty."

Primrose rested her chin lightly on her hand, tilting her head. "That may be true," she said gently. "But my husband wouldn’t know that. Tell me... do you think he would believe his wife? Or a stranger he has never met?"

The soldier’s expression stiffened.

"You see... beasts are territorial creatures, especially the King of Beasts." She leaned back slightly. "If my husband hears that someone laid a hand on what belongs to him without permission... I’m not sure you would still have both of your hands."

"So why don’t you step away for a while?" she suggested kindly. "That way, you can keep your hands exactly where they are."