The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 103: The Familiar Soldier (I)

Primrose accidentally woke up in the middle of the night. After skipping lunch and dinner because she had chosen to sleep all day, her stomach felt so hungry that she couldn’t fall back asleep.

"Damn it, I’ve eaten everything," she groaned, clicking her tongue in frustration as she stared at the empty cookie jars on her nightstand.

Even though she didn’t feel like it, it seemed Primrose had no choice but to leave her room and ask a maid to bring her some leftovers from the kitchen.

Unfortunately, when she stepped out, there was no one around except the guard. Since the guard stationed outside her room couldn’t leave his post, she couldn’t ask him to fetch food for her either.

She gave him a tired look. "I’m hungry," she said with a little pout. "Can you come with me to the kitchen?"

The guard’s eyes widened. "You don’t have to go to the kitchen yourself, Your Majesty! I’m sure there are other soldiers nearby, I can just shout to them to find a maid for you."

Primrose sighed. "You’ll just wake everyone up. It’s fine. I skipped two meals, so I’m sure there are leftovers in the kitchen. I just need someone to walk with me."

Truthfully, she didn’t want to bother the maids.

Some were probably asleep, and the ones on night duty weren’t stationed near her room anyway. Besides, back in her homeland, she used to sneak into the kitchen all the time when late-night cravings hit.

In her first life, however, she had never done such a thing because she was too scared to wander the palace at night, and too unwilling to speak to the guards outside her door.

"Come on, I’m starving," she said, walking ahead.

The guard hesitated, then fell into step beside her, clearly still nervous. His face had gone a little pale.

[What if His Majesty kills me when he finds out I let his wife fetch her own food?]

She still had two perfectly working legs, so why couldn’t she do something as simple as getting food herself?

It’s not like she planned to cook. Oh, no, Primrose would absolutely burn the kitchen to the ground if she ever tried.

"Relax," Primrose said. "I’m just grabbing some food, not cooking it from scratch."

He chuckled nervously but said nothing.

She glanced at the guard for a moment and noticed that he was one of the ones often posted in front of her room.

Maybe Edmund had become more careful after that one awful incident. Now, it seemed he only allowed the most trusted men to guard her.

"What’s your name?" Primrose asked.

The soldier blinked, clearly surprised the queen would ask such an unimportant question. "Callen. My name is Callen, Your Majesty."

Primrose suddenly stopped walking in the middle of the corridor. "Callen? Really? So you’re Callen?" She repeated his name a few times, making the soldier look confused.

"I am Callen, Your Majesty," he said cautiously. "Did I ... do something wrong?"

Primrose quickly shook her head. "No, not at all." She started walking again and said, "It’s just ... your name reminded me of someone else."

In her first life, during the second month of her stay at the palace, Primrose had accidentally dropped the silver bracelet her father had given her. She didn’t even realize it was missing and had no idea when exactly it had slipped off her wrist.

It wasn’t until she was about to sleep that night that she noticed it was gone.

The bracelet had been her father’s last gift before she left home, and the thought of losing it made her chest ache.

Even though it was late, she wandered alone through the palace, retracing her steps and hoping to find the precious bracelet. But it was so thin, delicate enough to have been swept away during cleaning.

Eventually, her search led her to the waste disposal area, the one place she never thought she’d go. The stench made her stomach churn, and the piles of rotting scraps were enough to make anyone turn back.

Primrose stood there for a long time, pacing and biting her lower lip, torn between giving up and digging through the filth to find it.

Just as she was about to walk away, a young soldier quietly approached her.

"Your Majesty?" he said gently, surprised to see her there. "What are you doing here?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Primrose turned away, embarrassed. "I lost my bracelet," she murmured. "But it’s probably gone by now."

The soldier didn’t ask for details. He seemed to understand that the bracelet may have ended up in the trash.

Without hesitation, he set down his lantern and stepped into the pile of garbage.

Primrose stared in disbelief as he knelt and began to search, carefully moving aside rotting food, broken glass, and scraps. His uniform was stained, the smell was awful, but he didn’t complain once.

"What are you doing?" Primrose asked hesitantly.

The soldier looked up and gave her a bright smile, the first genuine smile she had seen since arriving at the palace. "I’m looking for your bracelet."

At that moment, Primrose stood frozen, thinking that maybe there were still kind people in the palace.

Nearly thirty minutes passed. Just when Primrose was about to stop him, he straightened up. "Is this it?" he asked.

In his hand, nestled among dirt and leaves, was her silver bracelet.

It was a little bent and muddy, but unmistakably hers.

Primrose brought her hands to her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "You found it." She smiled, her voice trembling. "Thank you."

The soldier wiped it off with the corner of his sleeve before walking over and gently placing it in her hand. "I figured something that small wouldn’t be easy to find," he said. "I’m just glad I could help."

The lighting around them was dim, with only a few lanterns, and his face was streaked with dirt and dust, so much that she couldn’t see him clearly.

But she did ask for his name and he had simply answered, "Callen."