The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: The Seeds of Hatred

"I see," Sevrin said. "In that case, I’ll give you three days off before the tea banquet. I hope you’ll use that time wisely."

Then, with a firm expression, he added, "But after that, I might give you your first real task as queen."

What?! So soon?! She hadn’t even made it through one full week of lessons yet!

The tea banquet would be held five days from now, which meant Sevrin was planning to give her a real royal duty starting next week.

Primrose tightened her grip around Bunnie. Panic rose in her chest. What if she messed up and caused chaos in the palace?

Sevrin must’ve seen the panic on her face because he quickly reassured her, "Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I won’t throw something too difficult at you right away."

[Maybe managing the tax reports isn’t so bad.]

Not that bad?!

Who in their right mind looked at taxes and thought, Yeah, that sounds easy?!

Unfortunately, Primrose couldn’t confront him about it since he only thought that to himself.

The only thing she could do was force a polite smile and say, "That’s a relief, Sir Dorne. I’ll place my trust in you."

• • •

Primrose hadn’t expected the problem Edmund was dealing with to take this long.

It had already been three days since he left the palace, and there was still no sign of him coming back.

She didn’t know all the details about the case yet, but Solene had explained that it was possible someone had deliberately set up the beast, forcing him into a fight that ended with him killing a human.

"This feels more like a scheme to stir hatred toward the beastkin," Solene said hesitantly. "Ever since you married His Majesty, things haven’t been very peaceful along the borders."

At that moment, they were in the palace greenhouse.

Primrose wanted to make sure the flowers looked beautiful in time for the tea banquet, which was only a few days away.

Primrose sipped her tea, while Solene and Marielle sat quietly in front of her. Solene looked calm and comfortable because it wasn’t her first time sharing a table with the queen, but Marielle was clearly on edge.

She kept fidgeting in her seat and wouldn’t even look Primrose in the eye. Instead, her eyes kept darting toward the rabbit doll sitting in the chair next to Primrose, like it was a special guest.

Honestly ... she couldn’t understand why the doll had its own chair like it was a person.

[More importantly,] she thought, [Why does Her Majesty always carry that doll everywhere? Yesterday, she even brought it to breakfast.]

[Does she really think of it as His Majesty?]

Primrose almost choked on her tea when she heard Marielle’s thoughts.

No! She did not think of that ridiculous rabbit doll as Edmund. As if her tall, muscular husband could be compared to a tiny stuffed rabbit!

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