The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 116: The Queen Who Misses Her Childhood (II)

Primrose turned her eyes to the clock and blinked in surprise. It was already past midnight.

"What? That fast?" she pouted slightly. "We didn’t even get to talk for that long."

Lazarus patted his daughter’s cheek gently. "It can’t be helped, Rosie. It’s too risky to travel back after sunrise," he said. Then he added, "I’ll write you more letters from now on. Please, make sure you reply to them."

Primrose averted her gaze, feeling a deep pang of guilt. Back then, she had never replied to her father’s letters. "I will," she promised softly.

Their meeting felt far too short, maybe not even two hours, and they hadn’t really talked about everything she had wanted to say.

But still, those two hours were enough.

Enough to calm the ache in her heart, enough to ease the heavy longing she had carried for so long.

All the worry she had kept buried inside her finally melted away.

In this life, she could see her father again and she would treasure every moment of it.

"Take good care of yourself," Lazarus said as he pulled on his coat. He gently ruffled her hair.

"Take good care of yourself," Lazarus said, pulling on his thick coat.

He reached out and brushed his hand gently over her head, like he used to when she was little. "Don’t be picky with your food, and don’t you dare start skipping meals. You need your strength if you want to be a great Queen of Noctvaris. And don’t stay up too late, either."

"I know," Primrose murmured. "I’m not a kid anymore. You don’t have to keep reminding me about things like that."

"But you’ll always be my little girl," Lazarus said with a warm smile. novelbuddy.cσ๓

[No matter how big she gets, I still see her as the little girl who would laugh at her plushies.]

When had she ever laughed at her plushies?

Oh, wait ... hadn’t she also talked to the rabbit plushie Edmund gave her?

But that didn’t count! She had only done that because she was a little lonely!

"You have to take care of yourself too, Father," Primrose said firmly, finally lifting her head and meeting his eyes.

"Don’t eat too much sugar. And if the doctor tells you to slow down with work, listen to him."

Lazarus’s mouth twitched slightly. "I’m not that old! Don’t treat me like I’m one step away from the grave!"

Primrose giggled. "Alright, alright," she teased. "Just ... please pay more attention to your health."

After all, in her previous life, Primrose was the one who had died before her father.

Age didn’t always determine how much time someone had left.

After exchanging a few more words and saying their goodbyes, Edmund and Lazarus finally stepped out of the room.

Primrose wanted to see them off, but they didn’t let her come outside because the night wind had grown too cold.

Honestly, Primrose had wanted to see her husband transform into a giant wolf too.

But the window in the room didn’t face the palace gates, so she couldn’t watch them from there.

Letting out a soft sigh, she sat down near the fireplace.

Her eyes fell on a paper bag filled with chocolates and candies that Edmund had brought her.

Her father must have told him how much she loved chocolates and sweets from the Illvarian Bakery.

He used to tease her, calling her a little odd because she would always choose chocolates and candies over bread whenever they visited the bakery.

But over time, he had gotten used to it, even going so far as to keep a glass jar in her room filled with chocolates and candies, always refilling it whenever it got low.

Honestly, she had never expected to taste those sweets again.

A warm smile bloomed on her face as she took a bite of the chocolate bar.

The sweet taste filled her mouth, wrapping her heart with memories of a life she thought she had lost forever.

As she continued munching on the chocolates, a new thought crossed her mind, something she had just now realized.

Why had Edmund suddenly decided to bring her father to the palace?

There was no real urgency, and Primrose had never openly said in front of him that she wanted to see her father.

Could it have been ... just a coincidence?

But Edmund had never brought her father to the palace in her first life.

That’s why Primrose was sure there had to be a reason behind his decision this time.

Instead of making wild guesses about something she couldn’t be certain of, Primrose chose to simply wait for Edmund to return and ask him directly.

• • •

Primrose didn’t see Edmund again until lunchtime, because he had overslept and missed breakfast.

Honestly, that wasn’t like him at all, but maybe he was tired after going back and forth between Illvaris and Noctvaris.

According to the soldiers, Edmund wasn’t the kind of person who would get exhausted just from traveling long distances.

That’s why Primrose guessed that staying in his beast form for too long must have drained his energy and left him worn out.

At least, that was what Solene had explained.

When they transformed into beasts, they usually used much more strength than when they were in their human form, especially if they moved quickly or fought while transformed.

"Are you ... feeling okay today, Your Majesty?" Primrose asked gently, noticing how Edmund seemed a little too lazy to even lift his spoon.

He was resting his head on his hand, looking tired.

Honestly, just how fast had he traveled from Noctvaris to Illvaris last night?

The maid said Edmund had returned to the palace just as the sun was rising.

Didn’t that mean he had only taken around three hours to reach Illvaris and another three hours to come back to Noctvaris?

That was incredibly fast, even faster than a normal horse.

"I’m fine," Edmund said quickly, sitting up straighter. "I’m sorry. I’m just a little sleepy, that’s all."

"You should have slept longer," Primrose said softly.

"But if I did that, I would’ve missed having lunch with you," Edmund murmured, lowering his head a little. "I heard from your father that he used to always eat together with your mother."

"I remember ... we rarely ate together, even when I was staying at the palace," he continued in a quieter voice. "That’s why ... I want to have more meals with you now. So you won’t feel lonely anymore."