The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Having A Special Diner (II)

"Husband, the fireworks are so beautiful," Primrose said, her voice filled with awe as Edmund leapt onto their balcony.

The fireworks were still bursting across the night sky, and palace staff hurried outside when they heard the explosions, thinking the palace was under attack, only to find out that their king and queen were simply showing off their affection in public again.

Primrose could faintly hear the staff’s thoughts, most of them grumbling about how Edmund had completely ruined things for every man in Noctvaris. Thanks to him, women all across the kingdom now believed their husbands weren’t being romantic enough.

"I made it last minute," Edmund said quietly, his voice low and calm. "For a moment, I thought I’d fail."

Primrose raised an eyebrow. "What happens if it fails? The colors turn ugly?"

Edmund averted his gaze, clearing his throat before replying, "It could cause a massive explosion, one strong enough to destroy the palace tower."

Primrose gasped softly. "Husband ..." she said, trying not to laugh or cry at the same time. "I love the fireworks, truly. But maybe next time, let’s not use explosive things as gifts, alright?" She leaned closer, whispering, "Sir Dorne’s already complained enough about how much we spent fixing the palace after the last accident."

The last thing Primrose wanted was to make Sevrin frown even deeper, especially if he ever found out that Edmund had accidentally damaged the palace in the name of romance.

"I understand," Edmund said obediently.

Once they sat down together, facing each other, Primrose placed a small wooden box in his hands. "You’ve probably already guessed what’s inside," she said shyly, "but ... at least you haven’t seen it yet, right?"

"I haven’t," Edmund replied, smiling faintly.

Primrose bit her lip, stopping him just as he was about to open the lid. "I bought this using your money, so if you don’t like it, we can always ask the jeweler to change whatever you don’t like."

Edmund looked up, his gaze locking with hers as he gently held her hands. "Wife, I don’t care whether you bought it with your money or mine. What matters to me is how sweet you are for wanting to give me a gift at all."

Primrose’s face turned red, and she laughed softly. "Of course I wanted to give you something. I feel happy when my husband’s happy."

"Then," Edmund said with a smile, "let me see my gift."

Primrose nodded and didn’t stop him this time. She held her breath as her husband opened the box and lifted the sword charm from inside.

"You gave me ... a sword charm," he murmured, almost in disbelief that his wife had chosen something like that for him.

"Y-yes," Primrose stuttered, her hands fidgeting. "It’s a sword charm. Lady Solene told me that soldiers usually receive one from their families, and since I’m your family now, I wanted to give you something like that too."

Edmund looked at her for a long time without saying a word. For some reason, that silence made Primrose nervous and wondered ... was it because he didn’t like the gift, or had it accidentally stirred an old wound in his heart?

[I thought I’d never receive something like this in my life,] Edmund’s voice finally echoed in his mind. It was gentle and filled with emotion. [I thought ... my sword would remain empty forever.]

Primrose immediately reached out and held his hand, gripping it so tightly her fingers began to hurt. "Husband," she said softly, "from now on, your sword will never be empty again, and you ... you’ll never be alone anymore."

Now, they were family, something Edmund had always dreamed of but never dared to believe he could have.

"I really love you, Edmund," Primrose whispered again when he still didn’t respond. "Forever."

Edmund lowered his head and covered his face with one hand. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice so soft it almost disappeared into the sound of the wind.

When Primrose noticed his slightly uneven breathing, she quickly rose from her seat and walked toward him. "Husband ... are you crying?"

"No," he replied shortly.

Primrose didn’t say anything more. Instead, she wrapped her arms gently around him from the side, resting her chin on his head as she patted his chest tenderly. "You’re so cute," she whispered with a small smile. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"I’m not cute," Edmund muttered, but the way he leaned into her touch said otherwise.

After a while, Primrose’s stomach suddenly grumbled softly, a clear sign that she’d gotten hungry after waiting for him for so long. Edmund couldn’t help but chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling up as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Primrose’s eyes softened. She nodded without hesitation, her fingers brushing against his as she took the charm.

She leaned closer, focusing as she attached the charm to the hilt of his sword. When it finally clicked into place, she smiled proudly. "There," she said softly. "Now it’s complete."

The sword charm looked a little out of place on the blade. It was small and slightly adorable, its silver surface gleaming brightly against the dark black of the hilt.

The contrast was almost amusing, like trying to tie a ribbon on a weapon meant for war. Yet somehow, it suited him.

He was the King of Beasts, and people always thought of him as nothing more than a savage, a man incapable of speaking gently or showing kindness. However, beneath that harsh exterior was a heart far softer than anyone could imagine, and once that softness surfaced, it couldn’t be hidden anymore.

Just like his sword with that little charm. It didn’t quite match—it looked out of place—but somehow, that contrast reflected who he truly was.

"My wife, I truly love this gift," he said softly, leaning closer to press a few gentle kisses against her lips. "I’ll take care of it with all my heart."

Primrose smiled, her eyes glowing with warmth. "I know you will," she whispered. "You’ve always protected everything you love with all your heart."

Just like how he had always protected her with everything he had.

Edmund set the sword aside, then leaned in again, his lips finding hers in another slow, lingering kiss.

After a long day filled with heavy stories and the cruel truth about the greedy Duchess, the two of them finally found a moment of peace, just the quiet rhythm of their breathing, the warmth of each other’s touch, and the calm that came from knowing they were safe together.

As their bond grew deeper, the world around them continued to change. Without them realizing it, the trees had already shed all their leaves, leaving only bare branches stretching toward the pale sky.

The air grew colder with each passing day, so cold that every breath they took came out as faint white mist.

One month later, they finally went into the Winter Retreat.