The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Kisses Between The Snowstorm

"Everything outside is white," Primrose whispered as she gazed at the view beyond the window.

Their carriage had been on the road for about four hours since leaving the palace, yet all she could see was an endless stretch of snow, especially after they passed the last settlement and entered the forest.

"But husband," she said after a moment, her voice thoughtful, "if you made such a safe path for us to travel to the Vellmoria Empire, doesn’t that mean bad people could use the same route to reach the palace?"

She turned around and found Edmund just opening his eyes, clearly half-asleep after dozing off several times during the trip.

"That’s why," he said with a sleepy mumble, "the soldiers behind us will cover the road with snow again after we pass through."

When his head almost drooped forward, Primrose quickly caught him. "Husband, you can just lean your head against the carriage," she said with a soft giggle. "It’s rare to see you falling asleep more often than I do."

Edmund had been working so hard lately that she couldn’t blame him for being exhausted. Even in the middle of the night, while she was already asleep, he would still be sitting beside her in bed, reading reports and signing documents until the first light of dawn.

He did it so often that Primrose couldn’t help but feel impressed, especially because he never seemed to get sick anymore.

"I’m not sleepy..." Edmund mumbled with a faint smile. "I’m just resting my eyes."

Primrose chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. "Of course you are," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Just rest, husband. You’ve earned it."

She then moved to sit beside him, letting Edmund rest his head on her shoulder. Even so, he tried his best to hold his head up slightly so he wouldn’t put too much weight on her.

"It’s alright," Primrose whispered, gently pressing his head against her shoulder. "I don’t mind if you rest here for a while."

As long as he didn’t use her shoulder as a pillow for more than thirty minutes, Primrose was sure she’d be fine. Any longer, and her shoulder would probably start to ache, but then again, wouldn’t Edmund be able to make it better with a kiss?

In the end, Edmund did as she said. He stayed still, his breathing slowly evening out, while she opened the small fairy tale book she had brought along for the journey.

She had heard that when a mother reads often during pregnancy, it helps the baby’s brain develop faster.

Her child might still only be a tiny bundle of blood and flesh, but Primrose still wanted nothing but the best for them.

She turned the pages with one hand, while the other gently stroked Edmund’s hair, her fingers brushing through the soft strands.

The rhythmic motion of the carriage, the faint sound of the wheels against the snow, and the warmth of Edmund’s body beside her made everything feel peaceful.

Eventually, the carriage came to a halt in the middle of the snow-covered road. Callen knocked on the window, and Primrose quickly opened it. "What’s wrong?" she asked.

"It’s nothing bad, Your Majesty," Callen said quickly when he noticed how tense she looked. She had feared they might have been stopped by bandits, or perhaps a wandering beast tribe.

"It’s just that the weather seems to be turning," he explained. "It looks like a snowstorm is coming soon. I think it would be safer to stop here for a while and wait until it passes."

Primrose leaned out the window, looking around. They were surrounded by tall, leafless trees, and there was a wide clearing nearby, spacious enough for the soldiers and maids to pitch their tents until the storm died down.

"Alright," Primrose said, not bothering to wake Edmund, who was still sleeping soundly beside her. He didn’t seem to sense any danger, so his body remained relaxed and at ease. "We can stop here. Just make sure everyone sets up their tents close together, alright?"

The last thing Primrose wanted was for anyone to get lost in the middle of a blizzard.

Callen peeked into the carriage, his eyes landing on Edmund still sleeping next to his wife. He blinked, then nodded absentmindedly. "Understood... Your Majesty."

As Callen turned to give out orders, snowflakes began to drift down from the darkening sky. The soft fall quickly turned heavier, and the wind grew colder, rattling the carriage windows. That was when Edmund finally stirred and opened his eyes.

At first, he felt panic when he realized the carriage had suddenly stopped, but Primrose quickly reached for his hand and said gently, "It’s alright. We only stopped because a snowstorm is coming."

Edmund let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the seat, running a hand over his face. "How long have I been asleep?" he murmured, his voice low and a little hoarse.

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