The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Small Numbers

[Well, well, the greenhouse isn’t that bad. No—actually, how can this place look so beautiful?]

That was the first thing the Duchess of Cindralis thought the moment she stepped into the greenhouse.

Even though she tried to show a sweet smile on her face, everyone could still see the subtle trace of judgment in her expression.

She was Arabella Cindralis, the Duchess who was said to be deeply loved by her husband, the very woman who had inspired noblewomen across Noctvaris to start demanding wedding rings from their husbands.

People often described her as a gentle and loving woman.

But why did Primrose feel the exact opposite?

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Arabella said politely as she, Baroness Brielle, and Lady Mirelle curtsied before the queen.

Among them, Brielle Valehart, the Baroness of Viremonth, was the oldest.

She was already around fifty years old, but the reason Primrose invited her was because of the powerful influence she held among the nobility.

Brielle was a former royal knight, a Dame who had once led countless soldiers under her command. The previous king had granted her the title of Baroness in honor of her victories on the battlefield—victories that helped expand the territory of Noctvaris.

"I apologize for my late arrival," Arabella said with a smile. "My coachman suddenly fell ill, so I had to wait for another to take me here."

Though her tone sounded polite, Primrose could clearly hear her true thoughts. [If only my husband didn’t force me to come here, I wouldn’t have come at all.]

She continued, [Just look at this party! Only four guests? Did His Majesty cut the queen’s budget so badly that she couldn’t afford to invite more people?]

[I guess the rumors are true. His Majesty doesn’t like his human mate.]

Primrose had done her best to show the public that she and Edmund shared a loving relationship, but clearly, the news hadn’t reached far enough to change public perception in other cities.

This was exactly why she had invited Lady Mirelle Barberini.

She wasn’t a noble like the others, but she was a wealthy merchant, whose fortune could easily rival many noble families in Noctvaris.

And more importantly, she was known as the Queen of Gossip.

Primrose had heard that name from the palace maids.

They said that Lady Mirelle knew everything about the nobles because the servants and guards who shopped at her store often gossiped about their masters behind their backs.

Because of that, many nobles were afraid to offend her, worried that she might expose their darkest secrets to the public and some even paid her generously just to make sure she kept quiet.

"You don’t have to worry," Primrose said with a warm smile. "Since you all arrived around the same time, I don’t think anyone could be considered late."

Once they were all seated, Lady Mirelle didn’t waste any time. She leaned forward and asked, without a hint of shame, "So ... is this everyone you invited, Your Majesty?"

It wasn’t hard to guess. Primrose had only prepared six chairs in the greenhouse, including her own. That meant she hadn’t invited a large group and everyone could see it.

"Actually, there was one person who didn’t show up," Primrose said, directing her gaze toward the empty chair beside Brielle. "I suppose she was too busy to come."

That empty chair had been meant for Lady Naveer, the daughter of the Count of Noirhaven. She wasn’t well known in Noctvaris yet, but in the future, she would become a talented alchemist.

More than that, Lady Naveer was around the same age as Primrose, so she had hoped they might become friends.

But maybe she was asking for too much.

Maybe she was too busy. Or maybe she just didn’t think the Queen’s tea party was worth attending.

"There’s nothing wrong with a small number," Baroness Brielle said gently, finally speaking for the first time.

Her voice was gentle and full of grace, like someone who had led people through battle yet still carried the patience of a teacher. "Smaller gatherings let us talk more freely, don’t you think?"

[Though five is definitely on the small side,] Brielle added silently. [Most tea parties usually have at least ten guests.]

Oh no. Was the Baroness going to judge her too, just like the Duchess?

[Has His Majesty been too stingy with his wife? She looks so thin and malnourished. Have the palace maids been keeping food from her or what?!]

M-Malnourished?!

Primrose was certain she was not malnourished.

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