The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The King’s Invitation For Tea

Primrose had planned to roll around in bed all day because she had overslept and only woke up when the sky had already turned orange.

But, of course, her plans were ruined the moment a maid informed her that Edmund had invited her for tea in the greenhouse behind the palace.

Just great.

She had been seconds away from kicking Leah out of her bedroom when, instead, she found herself reluctantly asking for help getting dressed.

Not that she enjoyed it. She still despised that cunning little snake, but hey, if she had to tolerate her presence, at least she could still make good use of her.

Unfortunately, Leah had a bad habit of picking out the worst dresses for her. Either they were painfully unflattering or so hideously garish that Primrose wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them.

Back then, Primrose never cared much about her appearance because what was the point? No matter what she wore, the Lycan King would always avoid her.

But now? Now that Edmund had marked her, and the entire palace knew she had spent the night in his chambers, she had to look flawless at all times.

Well, if she was being honest, she just didn’t want to deal with people’s snide little thoughts if she wore something hideous.

"Why don’t you wear this yellow dress, Your Majesty?" Leah suggested, her voice all honeyed politeness as she held up a gown that looked like it had survived a war. "It’ll look good on you."

[You can’t outshine me in front of His Majesty, so just wear something ugly!]

Primrose’s eye twitched. The dress was hideous. The color was faded, the style was outdated, and she was pretty sure no one with good fashion taste had worn something like this in decades.

"I think emerald suits my hair better," she said with an easy smile, carefully keeping her voice pleasant. "Besides, the neckline of that dress is too low, and the air is cold near the night."

[Tch. Next time, I’ll hide all her good dresses and leave only the ugly ones.]

Oh? Was that her plan?

Primrose made a mental note to personally set fire to every single ugly dress in her wardrobe, so Leah didn’t have a chance to show it to her!

After getting dressed, Primrose finally made her way to the greenhouse, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Why was Edmund suddenly inviting her for tea there of all places?

In her first life, she had spent countless afternoons in the greenhouse, sipping tea while admiring the flowers. They reminded her of home—of Azmeria Kingdom, of the garden she used to play in as a child.

It was one of the few places in the Beast Kingdom that brought her comfort.

But Edmund? That man had never stepped foot inside.

She had invited him before—more than once, actually—but he always rejected her without hesitation. The soldiers had even warned her not to waste her time.

"The King despises flowers," they had said. "You shouldn’t expect His Majesty to enter the greenhouse."

And yet, here she was, heading toward the very place he claimed to hate, because he had asked her to be there.

The greenhouse was located in the palace’s back garden, looking almost out of place, like it had been forced to exist there.

It was a contrast to the rest of the palace grounds, which were dominated by towering stone walls, grand statues, and trimmed hedges.

The greenhouse, with its delicate glass panels and climbing vines, felt almost too fragile, too soft, for a kingdom ruled by beasts.

It was like a swan trapped among crocodiles. A little fluffy rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Yes, the greenhouse’s location was that odd.

And yet, despite its awkward placement, Primrose had always found it beautiful.

"Your Majesty." The soldier standing guard outside the greenhouse bowed respectfully. "I hope the walk wasn’t too tiring for you."

[Our poor queen had to make such a long journey to the greenhouse after spending the entire night in the King’s chamber.]

[His Majesty is so heartless! How could he let our fragile Queen walk all this way after such an exhausting night?!]

Primrose’s eye twitched slightly. At this point, it felt like the entire palace was gossiping about what happened last night.

All because she spent the night in his bedroom. Did that even make sense?! She had also nearly been killed yesterday, but somehow, everyone was more interested in her sex life than her survival!

"It wasn’t far at all," she said softly, lifting her fan to partially cover her face. "Has His Majesty been waiting long?"

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