The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: The Better Side of Beasts (I)

"What’s your answer, Sir Callen?" Primrose asked again when he still didn’t reply to her.

After a few seconds, Callen finally gave a slow nod that quickly turned into a firm one. "I want to take the test, Your Majesty," he declared. "I want to be your royal guard the proper way."

[That way, no one will ever doubt me again. And I’ll know for sure that I really am capable of being Her Majesty’s royal guard.]

[But more importantly ... I’ll get a raise!]

Primrose had a feeling the raise was the main reason he was so eager.

"I’m glad to hear that, Sir Callen!" she said, clapping her hands once and smiling brightly. "I know how much this test means to soldiers, so ... how about I relieve you from your duties for now, so you can train without any distractions?"

Callen blinked a few times, looking uncertain. "But ... who will protect you, Your Majesty?"

Primrose waved her hand lightly. "Don’t worry. I have Lady Solene. She can guard me for a while."

Usually, Solene assisted her with changing clothes, mealtimes, or managing her daily schedule.

It might have seemed like Solene was always by her side, but compared to Callen, who shadowed her constantly and stood guard at her door, Solene still had plenty of free time.

When Primrose didn’t need her, Solene would spend her day at the training grounds, and judging by the more defined muscles in her arms since they first met, those hours weren’t going to waste.

Primrose was starting to think Solene could easily serve as her personal guard instead of just her lady-in-waiting.

She’d have to bring it up with her later, though officially, Solene was no longer a soldier of Noctvaris.

"Then ... I’ll do my best to train so I can pass the royal guard’s test without a hitch!" Callen said with newfound determination.

All the doubt in his heart was gone, replaced by the burning desire to earn the official title of royal guard and yes, the thought of a bigger paycheck.

"But first, help me get Sir Dorne into a chair. He’s probably freezing after lying on the floor so long." Primrose’s gaze moved to the lifeless body, then to Leofric, who was still darting around the courtyard. "Leave the corpse there. Sir Leofric will deal with it himself."

Besides, the lifeless body was proof of Leofric’s involvement in the assassination attempt on the Queen of Noctvaris, and a reminder of Primrose’s hidden power.

The fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Fortunately, Callen was too caught up thinking about the royal guard’s test to notice anything unusual about the danger Primrose had just faced.

"Of course, Your Majesty." Callen pushed a few chairs together in the library and carefully placed Sevrin’s body on them. "Do you want me to call a doctor for him?"

Primrose considered it for a moment before saying, "I don’t think that’s necessary. Sir Leofric said he’d be fine in two hours."

She also didn’t want too many people knowing what had happened, though that might be difficult, considering two of the library’s huge windows were shattered, and the Lycan King was currently chasing Leofric with a sword in hand.

Anyone with eyes and half a brain would assume Leofric had done something truly awful to make Edmund lose his temper.

Primrose let out a slow sigh. At least no one would discover her mind-control ability because there hadn’t been a single witness close enough to see it.

"How about the maids?" Callen asked, his gaze flicking over Primrose’s blood-stained gown and face. "I can call Marielle and a few others to help you clean up." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

[With that much blood, I’m certain Her Majesty is still in shock.]

[She might not even have the strength to walk to her room ... Should I carry her there? But what if His Majesty gets angry at me for carrying his wife while he’s nearby?]

Edmund might be annoyed, but Primrose doubted he’d lose his temper over her personal guard carrying her when she was clearly shaken.

Still, there was no point in tempting fate, especially when the "fate" in question was a giant, sharp-fanged wolf.

"Could you call Lady Solene instead?" Primrose said. "Tell her to bring a cloak big enough to cover me, and please ... go to her yourself. Don’t send another soldier."

She didn’t want anyone else finding out she’d just survived an assassination attempt.

This way, she could spin a different story about why Edmund had been ready to run Leofric through. Maybe ... she could say Leofric had been drunk on duty. Yes, that would work.

"Please, don’t go anywhere, Your Majesty," Callen said firmly. "I’ll be right back after I find Lady Solene."

Primrose gave him a small nod. "I will."

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