The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: The Queen’s Secret Feast

[What is this? Am I dreaming? How could I possibly get the chance to see the Queen from this close?!]

[Damn, my seniors were right! Her Majesty really is beautiful! She looks like a Goddess! And her voice ... it sounds like an angel’s!]

[After weeks of seeing nothing but sweaty, greasy men, I finally get to see a beautiful woman!!]

[Wait—did she just say she brought us lunch? Oh no... now I’m even hungrier! But if His Majesty finds out I secretly ate, he’ll probably make me run a thousand laps!]

Primrose immediately felt a little dizzy as she heard so many thoughts at once flooding her mind. She thought she had learned to endure it, but when too many people were gathered in one room, it turned out she still couldn’t handle it completely.

She shook her head slightly, as if that would shoo the voices away. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. No matter how hard she tried to block them out, they slipped through anyway. In the end, all she could do was try to act normal.

"Your Majesty, is something wrong?" Marielle asked gently when she noticed Primrose had gone quiet.

Primrose shook her head again and forced a small smile. "I’m fine," she said softly. "I was just looking around the training building. It looks ... a bit rusty, doesn’t it?"

Solene chuckled. "Since the soldiers only care about training, no one bothers with the appearance of this place."

Primrose nodded slowly, still forcing her smile as she glanced around the room. "Well, then I suppose it’s a good thing I came with food instead of decorations."

Her words made several of the young soldiers exchange nervous glances, their throats bobbing as the smell of the fresh bread and warm pastries filled the air. None of them dared move, but their eyes betrayed the hunger gnawing inside them.

Primrose slowly walked to the very front row of the soldiers, then lifted the basket until it was level with the nose of the nearest young soldiers. "Sir Callen told me that my husband has kept you starving since this morning. How about you eat just a little?"

The young man’s eyes widened, his throat tightening as the warm scent of bread drifted right under his nose. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t dare move. He glanced nervously at his fellow recruits, then at the door, as if Edmund might appear at any second.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty!" the young recruit blurted, his voice loud and panicked. "We can’t disobey His Majesty’s orders!"

[He’s been furious with us since this morning. If I make him any angrier, he’ll only give us even harsher punishment.]

[Why did I ever join the military in the first place?]

Primrose frowned, curiosity getting the better of her. She turned to Callen. "What did they do that made my husband so angry he wouldn’t even let them eat?"

Callen leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "His Majesty ordered them to run a hundred laps around the training ground in ten minutes. But every single one of them failed. The fastest only managed to finish it in thirteen minutes."

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