The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: A Tiara Made with Love (I)

Primrose was still questioning the meaning behind Nina’s words, but since she didn’t say it directly, how could Primrose ask her about it?

Sure, Primrose could use her mind-control ability to force her to speak, but since Nina mentioned the old God, maybe it was better to not act recklessly.

If Nina turned out to be immune to her magic, things could end very badly.

"How many gowns did you bring, Your Majesty?" Nina suddenly asked, snapping Primrose out of her thoughts.

Primrose walked into the dressing room first, and Nina followed behind her.

She took a soft breath and shook her head, trying to push away all the questions crowding her mind.

"Around eight to ten, if I’m not mistaken." Primrose glanced at Marielle, who was peeking nervously from outside the room.

Marielle, who was peeking nervously from outside the room. Lately, Marielle always kept her distance whenever Primrose was surrounded by human maids, and Marielle didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere.

But even so, Marielle stayed close, hovering nearby like a shy rabbit who wanted to follow her master but was too afraid to step forward.

Whenever Primrose called her to come closer, she would approach a few steps... then retreat again as soon as a human maid appeared in sight.

But since Nina was a beast too, Marielle shouldn’t have anything to fear now.

"You... you brought nine gowns in total, Your Majesty," Marielle finally spoke as she stepped inside. "And we only brought four formal outfits for His Majesty."

Nina turned toward her and asked, "What about the accessories? The crown? Any jewelry? Tell me everything you packed."

Primrose nodded at Marielle, signaling that she allowed her to handle it.

Marielle moved quickly, stepping deeper into the dressing room and heading toward the neatly stacked boxes near the vanity. She knelt down and began opening them carefully.

"Most of the jewelry and clothing accessories we brought belong to Her Majesty, while His Majesty only has what is required for royalty." Marielle explained.

She lifted the lid of one of the boxes, revealing a silver tiara decorated with glowing emeralds.

In Noctvaris, the queen had several tiaras she could wear for formal events. Sevrin once told Primrose that she could choose any tiara she liked since she now owned them all.

But to her surprise, Edmund had prepared a new tiara just for her, one that no queen had ever worn before.

He had looked straight into her eyes and said she was special. Someone as precious as her shouldn’t wear something that had belonged to other queens.

Besides, the former queens’ tiaras were like silent witnesses of the past, carrying stories of loss, pain, and the dark history of the old Noctvaris.

Edmund never wanted anything so heavy and cursed to sit on his wife’s head. And since this was only a tiara, not the official queen’s crown, he didn’t break any royal rules in gifting it to her.

So Nina liked gossip this much? Just like her cousin, Mirelle...

At this point, Primrose was convinced that the entire family must be permanently thirsty for tea because they always needed more gossip to drink.

"Oh, Your Majesty... this tiara is even more beautiful knowing it was a special gift from His Majesty," Nina said with a warm smile.

"In that case, since you’ll be wearing this tiara later, I will make sure your gown matches it perfectly. May I take a look at all of your gowns first?"

Primrose smiled brightly and nodded. "Of course!"

Nina clapped her hands once, full of energy. "Alright! Then let’s take a look at the collection fit for our Queen."

Primrose truly didn’t expect Nina’s attitude and energy to change so drastically the moment she began using her skills.

On the other side, Nina had approached the gowns displayed on the mannequins in the center of the room. Marielle hurried over to assist her.

Nina pulled out the first gown, a deep emerald dress with a flowing train. The color was beautiful, but when she held it up beside Primrose, she tilted her head thoughtfully.

"This one blends too much with the tiara," she said. "Your hair should shine like a flame. We want people to look at you only once and never forget you."