The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 452: Blossoming Into Noctvaris’ Beloved Queen (II)
Primrose wasn’t exaggerating at all when she said he looked handsome. If there was a word stronger than "handsome," she would have used it without hesitation
Edmund wore the royal attire Nina had chosen for him. The black outfit had silver accents, paired with a brooch and a sash. He also wore a side cloak attached to his shoulder with a silver chain.
She didn’t know who styled his hair, but the way it was slicked back while leaving a few strands on his forehead made him look like a cold, handsome king—the type who hated nonsense and would punish people every day.
Primrose’s legs suddenly turned weak, and her face grew hot. She couldn’t help thinking that she wouldn’t mind being punished by this cold, handsome king.
What a shameless thought!
But sadly—or maybe luckily—his actual thoughts were very far from the cold image he showed in public.
[Damn, damn, damn, my wife looks so beautiful!]
[I love her even more now—wait, no, I’ve always loved her! Will she think I look handsome too? Will she notice my hair?]
[My wife, please notice me. Please notice me...]
This cold, handsome king was actually an adorable puppy in his mind, wagging his imaginary tail every time he saw his wife. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Forget about punishing his wife, he would probably let her punish him instead!
"M-My wife... you look beautiful." He finally voiced his thoughts when Primrose stood in front of him.
He was about to touch her hair or her face but pulled back because he didn’t want to ruin her makeup.
"You can touch my hands instead," Primrose said gently, taking both of his hands. She smiled so brightly as she looked up to see his face more clearly. "My husband is also very handsome today."
Honestly, if she let her shameless thoughts take over, she would rather let him eat her up right now instead of going to the King’s banquet.
"I’m nothing compared to my wife," Edmund said shyly.
"What do you mean?" Primrose wrapped her hands around his arm as they began walking down the hallway. "We look perfect together."
Outside the manor, Primrose saw Lazarus already sitting in the duke’s carriage. He almost had a heart attack when he saw his daughter.
[Damn it! I thought my Iriana had come back to life!] Lazarus thought. [Rosie looks exactly like her mother. It feels like my Iriana poured all her love into this child even though she never got to see her grow up.]
That thought made his eyes sting. He actually shed a few tears, but he quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed.
"Father, you look handsome tonight," Primrose said with a smile as she stood by the carriage. "Be careful, you might make Grandma with the weak heart faint."
"You!" Lazarus scolded her, and only then realized that even though Primrose had her mother’s face, her behavior was completely different. "Don’t insult grandmas like that!"
Primrose laughed softly. "Oh, Father... don’t get so angry." She leaned into the Duke’s carriage and noticed Hazelle sitting beside him. "I see... now that you have another daughter, you’ve forgotten all about me."
Hazelle immediately lifted her head and, in a panic, said, "Y-Your Majesty, that’s not true! If you don’t like it, I can... I can get out of this carriage!"
"No, no, it’s fine. I’m just teasing my father." Primrose held the carriage door before Hazelle could open it. "Besides, it’s better if he has company. I can’t ride in the same carriage as him anymore."
Right now, Primrose was no longer the daughter of the Duke of Illvaris. She was the Queen of Noctvaris.
Because of that, they had to arrive in their own carriages, each one showing their noble status. Besides, Lazarus’s presence might get overshadowed if he arrived together with Edmund and Primrose.
She did not want that. Primrose wanted her father to get the spotlight he deserved, so of course she didn’t make a fuss about this ridiculous carriage arrangement.
"Father, please wish us luck." Primrose placed a soft smile on her face. "So people won’t insult us too much."
Lazarus looked at Primrose and Edmund, then turned to Salem, who had just stepped out of the manor wearing a simple noble outfit that made him look like a charming young gentleman.
"I don’t think they’ll insult you," Lazarus hissed softly. "All of you look too bright."
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There were countless rumors about the beastkins. People said they hunted humans for lunch, that they were nothing but lustful creatures, and that they were terrifying beasts with horns and fangs.
Some of them did have horns and fangs, but they never looked like the monsters humans imagined.
Beastkins were, without question, some of the most beautiful living beings ever created.
From the nobles to even the commoners, Primrose had never seen a beast with an unpleasant face. Every one of them had their own charm, whether it came from their sharp eyes, their soft ears, or the confident way they carried themselves.
"Announcing Their Majesties, King Edmund and Queen Primrose of Noctvaris!" the guard shouted loudly.
The royal soldiers immediately opened the carriage door for them. Edmund stepped down first, then held his hand out to help his queen down from the carriage.
All the maids and soldiers outside the palace held their breaths, while the nobles who had just arrived turned their heads to look at them.
[Goodness! How can these beasts look so stunning?!]
[Is that really Lady Primrose? Dear heaven! She even looks more beautiful now!]
Edmund and Primrose walked side by side toward the palace entrance, while Salem, along with the soldiers and maids, followed closely behind them.
None of them—not a single one—had an unpleasant face. Some of them had animal ears, but if anything, that only made them look even more attractive.
They walked with full confidence because Primrose had told them to keep their heads up, no matter how badly people talked about them.
She told them to smile, not too wide, just enough to show these prejudiced humans that beastkins could behave just like them.
Every step they took shined, as if the floor itself grew brighter beneath their feet. Their steps were slow but sure, radiating pride and elegance that even humans could not ignore.
They didn’t just walk into the palace, they glowed into it.
The humans who had doubted them only moments ago found themselves holding their breath.
It felt like watching a parade of flawless, untouchable jewels.
Some nobles whispered behind their hands. "Why do they shine like that?"
"I thought beastkins were wild..."
"But why is their queen walking beside the king like that? Doesn’t she know any manners?"
