The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Mistakes, Mentors, and Mental Breakdowns

[The Queen carries herself well. Graceful, as expected from someone born into a noble family.]

[His Majesty should take notes from her. He’s far too harsh, and not graceful at all.]

They had just met, and yet he was already insulting his own king.

Now Primrose understood why Edmund often felt like he was lacking in noble manners compared to her.

Well ... he wasn’t entirely wrong. But when it came to so-called "noble manners," most nobles were simply good at wearing masks to hide their true feelings.

If those masks were removed from their faces, most of them would act like barbarians and talking down to others without a second thought.

Edmund, on the other hand, wasn’t good at wearing masks. He tried hard to fit into noble society, but since he wasn’t born into it, he never really cared that much about those formalities.

However, because of that, his behavior actually looked more natural and genuine.

"I doubt you’ve heard anything good about me," Sevrin said with a smile.

A smile? A real one?

His expression was so natural that Primrose found herself doubting whether he was even a beast.

But unlike Solene, who smiled with real warmth, Sevrin’s smile felt like a polite habit. Nothing more than a formality.

This man clearly cared a lot about appearances and manners. He even gave her a sharp, measuring look as she sat down, as if silently judging how graceful her posture was.

Primrose started to wonder if meeting with the royal advisor had been a mistake.

In her first life, she had rarely seen Sevrin. In fact, over the course of three years, they had probably only met three or four times.

And that was because she had nothing to do with him.

Back then, all she ever did in the palace was eat, sleep, and occasionally watch birds singing in the trees.

"On the contrary," Primrose said with a gentle smile, "people speak very highly of your dedication, Sir Dorne."

"That’s why I hope you’ll guide me, to help me become a great queen for this kingdom."

Even though he came off a bit stiff and strict, his work ethic was undeniably impressive.

People said he did everything quickly and precisely, never made mistakes, and always made sure the Lycan King finished all his tasks before they piled up into a mountain.

Based on that alone, Primrose was sure he could help her change her title from "The Sleeping Queen" to "The Hardworking Queen."

At least, that’s what she thought.

In reality, his stiffness and perfectionism were making Primrose’s head feel like it was about to explode.

"You’ve miscalculated again, Your Majesty," Sevrin said, tapping the paper on the desk, a little louder this time, as if to emphasize just how many mistakes she’d made.

"If you can’t calculate properly, how can you be sure there’s no embezzlement happening in the palace?" he said firmly.

He continued, "Even a single gold coin miscounted could lead to serious consequences."

Primrose knew that. She understood that.

But how was she supposed to concentrate on counting when Sevrin kept pacing around her, glancing at her with those sharp, hawk-like eyes?

She was terrible at working under pressure!

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