The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: A Doctor’s Diagnose

There was an unwritten rule among women, a sacred rule that no one was allowed to break: never comment on a woman’s body.

Most people followed that rule, at least not out loud. Especially when the woman was someone important, like a noble or someone well-respected.

They knew better than to say something so rude directly to her face.

But thoughts?

People didn’t hold back in their thoughts.

And unfortunately for Primrose, she could hear them all, as clear as if they’d said them out loud.

Ever since the moment she came back to life, she had heard all kinds of judgments about her body, whether from people like that bitch Leah or just some random maids.

Sometimes, they’d think she looked too skinny, like nothing but bones with a bit of flesh. Other times, they’d say she’d gained a bit of weight.

Primrose always tried to ignore those thoughts. But honestly, deep down, she just wished everyone would stop commenting on her body altogether, even in their minds.

She was sick of it. Absolutely fed up.

And sometimes, she felt like she might explode every time she caught a single thought about her weight.

[She’s living far too comfortably here,] Silas thought with disdain. [How can she live so easily among beasts when so many humans are still suffering because of these wild animals?]

Primrose frowned slightly.

The beasts were the ones making humans suffer?

Sure, she had heard stories about beasts killing humans, sometimes to steal, sometimes simply to massacre. It was easy to believe, especially when the tales were full of blood and fire.

However, the more she looked into those stories, the more she realized most of them had the same reason behind them: revenge.

Many of the beasts who killed had done it because their own kind had been killed first.

An eye for an eye, they said.

Beasts might be stronger, but when humans grouped together—carrying torches and blades—they could still kill one or two beasts. Especially if the beast wasn’t a fighter.

And yet, when a beast lashed out, they were instantly called monsters.

But when a crowd of humans burned a beast alive, it was called a victory.

In her first life, Primrose had also thought beasts were nothing more than wild creatures who happened to speak, but that didn’t mean she had despised them.

She had only hated her situation, being forced to marry into a kingdom of strangers.

As long as the beasts didn’t hurt her, she didn’t care about them.

Fortunately, that changed once she could hear their thoughts.

And slowly, she started to understand something she had never seen before: Beasts weren’t all that different from humans.

They laughed. They cried. They loved. They felt pain. They protected their families and mourned their losses.

In the end, they weren’t monsters.

They were just people, who were living, breathing. People with hearts that could break just like anyone else’s.

"There’s nothing too serious with your condition, Your Majesty," Silas said, offering a gentle smile. "It’s only a fever. I’ll prepare a herbal remedy for you. Once you drink it, you’ll start feeling better."

Primrose turned her head toward Edmund. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. ’See? It’s just a fever. You really didn’t have to worry this much.’

"I have never misdiagnosed a patient, Your Majesty," Silas said calmly. "Her Majesty is simply exhausted. A good night’s rest and herbal medicine will be enough, and she should recover by morning." freēwebnovel.com

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