Once Edmund dragged one of the prisoners out, Primrose slowly rose from her chair. The gentle smile on her face faded into something colder, something that made every prisoner’s spine stiffen.
The first prisoner was the same woman who had once wished Primrose dead and hoped she’d be violated by a group of men, just so she could sell all the queen’s expensive dresses.
Ironically, she was quite lucky that Primrose hadn’t told Edmund about her filthy thoughts. Instead, she would become the queen’s first test subject.
"Since you claim to be loyal," Primrose said softly, her voice calm but filled with authority, "then you will prove it."
Her golden eyes locked onto the woman kneeling before her. "Winter is coming, and your dead Alpha destroyed our supplies. So, from this moment on, you will hunt for us."
Edmund gently channeled his magic into Primrose through their joined hands. She felt her power grow stronger as if his magic were a flame feeding hers.
"You will hunt," she said again, her tone echoing in the prisoner’s mind like a curse that couldn’t be undone. "You will keep hunting until the forest runs out of prey. You will not stop, not even when your body breaks."
The prisoner froze, unable to move. Her eyes stayed locked on Primrose’s, as though invisible chains had wrapped around her body and mind.
"I command you," Primrose whispered. Her voice was soft and sweet, yet the effect was venomous, spreading slowly through the woman’s veins, into her blood, her muscles, even her bones.
Moments later, the prisoner suddenly stood up. Her eyes were empty, lifeless, as if all traces of her soul had vanished.
The other prisoners watched in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. But before they could make sense of it, the controlled prisoner bolted from the dungeon at an unnatural speed.
The guards outside were startled, but they didn’t move. Edmund had already told them to stay put if any prisoner tried to escape. So they obeyed, unaware that what they were seeing wasn’t an escape at all, it was a command.
"See? I’m fine." When Primrose turned to Edmund, her expression softened, and her eyes sparkled again with warmth. It was almost as if the cold, merciless woman from moments ago had never existed.
Edmund was a little stunned, but seeing that she was fine, he chose not to question it.
"Let’s stop after half of them," he said gently. "You can handle the rest tomorrow. I don’t want you to tire yourself out."
Primrose nodded obediently this time. Without another word, she ordered nine more prisoners to go hunting.
The remaining ones could only stare in horror, trembling as they watched what happened. They had always believed that the Queen of Noctvaris was soft and harmless, a gentle woman meant only to warm the Lycan King’s bed.
But now, they realized how wrong they were.
She could send people to their deaths with a sweet smile on her face, and when it was over, she would lean into her husband’s chest and whisper softly, "Husband, I’m tired."
There was nothing more terrifying than a sweet woman who could kill them calmly.


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