The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 224: That Horse Tried to Kill Me!

Edmund blinked, finally taking the situation seriously when he saw how upset she was.

"That was the couple glove I made myself," she said, her voice softening with sadness.

"Oh no," Edmund muttered as he watched Dante chew the last of it. "I’m really sorry. But ... I think he already finished it."

Primrose pouted, her brows furrowing deeply. "But it was our couple glove ..."

Now Edmund truly felt bad.

He stepped closer and gently took her hands in his, rubbing them between his palms to comfort her.

"It’s alright. Really," he said softly. "We can buy new ones in the capital."

Primrose lowered her head and kicked a tiny pebble with the tip of her shoe.

"But ... I made it myself," she whispered. "Now I can’t wear matching gloves with you anymore."

Edmund’s heart clenched. He didn’t want to see her sad, not even for a second.

So he took her bare hand and kissed it. Once, then again, and again until he’d kissed it more times than he could count.

"I’ll make it again for you," he said between kisses. "It will be exactly the same, just like the one he ate. I promise."

Primrose frowned. "How? You don’t even know how to knit."

"Who said I don’t?" Edmund raised an eyebrow. "I can knit."

She blinked several times, stunned. She hadn’t expected that at all. Her husband, the same man who looked like he was born holding a sword, could knit?

"Don’t be upset again, alright?" Edmund said softly, trying to comfort her.

[This greedy horse is seriously testing my patience,] he muttered in his thoughts.

[I’ve told him again and again that we don’t have to eat trash anymore, and yet he still eats anything he sees!]

Trash?

Primrose raised an eyebrow. Why would he even say that? Why did they ever have to eat trash?

Her heart tightened a little. It must’ve had something to do with his past.

He ran away from home when he was only four years old. He probably didn’t have much to eat back then, so anything, even trash, had to be enough to survive.

"Please forgive him just this once," Edmund pleaded softly. "I promise he won’t do it again."

"It’s ... it’s fine," she finally said, her irritation slowly melting away. "Just make sure he doesn’t eat my other glove."

Edmund sighed in relief as soon as her pout disappeared. "Of course."

He then leaned closer to Dante and whispered something into the horse’s ear. "You can eat whatever you want, but not anything that belongs to my wife, got it?"

His voice turned softer, almost too soft to hear. But Primrose still caught a few words. "I hate seeing her sad ..."

After giving Dante’s head a few more pats, Edmund turned to her again.

"Alright, we’re ready." He looked at her cautiously. "You ... still want to go, right?"

Primrose let out a small sigh and then gave him a bright smile. "Of course. I’m not letting a hungry horse ruin my day!"

They moved to prepare for the ride into the capital.

At first, Primrose hesitated.

She stood beside the towering horse, staring up at him with wide eyes and a nervous gulp. "He’s ... really tall."

Edmund, already seated comfortably on Dante’s back, reached out a hand toward her. "Come on. I’ll hold you the entire time. You won’t fall, I promise."

Primrose bit her bottom lip, her gaze flicking between his hand and the saddle that seemed way too far up.

Dante’s back stood almost at eye level, and she felt like she’d need a ladder just to climb up.

"Are you sure this is safe?" she asked quietly.

Edmund reassured her, "It’s perfectly safe. Dante may look intimidating, but he’s gentle. He won’t let anything happen to you."

Yeah, Primrose had a hard time believing that, especially after he chewed up her glove.

Still, after a few deep breaths and one last nervous glance, she finally reached for his hand.

He pulled her up effortlessly, and she let out a tiny yelp as she landed on the saddle in front of him.

"He’s so high off the ground," she muttered, gripping the saddle tightly with both hands. "I feel like I’m sitting on top of a tree."

Edmund wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. "You’re not going anywhere. Just lean back against me."

Primrose did as he said, pressing her back gently to his chest. It helped. She felt safer like this, even if her heart was still beating a little too fast.

"See?" Edmund whispered near her ear. "You’re doing great."

Dante snorted beneath them, then began walking steadily down the path.

For such a huge horse, the ride was surprisingly smooth. The farther they went, the more Primrose began to relax.

After a while, she tilted her head up to look at the sky and smiled. "I think ... I’m starting to enjoy this."

Edmund leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I’m glad to hear that."

But just as they reached a steep slope, Dante suddenly picked up his pace.

His hooves struck the ground faster, and the shift in rhythm made it feel like he was about to break into a run.

"W-Wait—!" Primrose gasped, her body going stiff. Her hands flew to the saddle, gripping it with everything she had. "AAAAAA! Why is he running?!"

Edmund tightened his hold around her waist with ease, his other hand still guiding the reins.

"He’s not running," he said calmly. "He just gets excited on slopes. He always does this."

Primrose turned her head slightly to glare at him. "You could’ve told me that before we got on!"

Edmund, "I forgot!"

Primrose was certain—absolutely certain—that if Edmund hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would’ve been launched off the saddle and died instantly.

Why was she always so easy to kill anyway?!

Honestly, with her luck, even a strong gust of wind might’ve been enough to fling her off this oversized horse like a loose scarf.

"Are you alright?" Edmund asked, his arms still securely wrapped around her.

"No!" she snapped. "Your horse is trying to kill me!"

Edmund chuckled under his breath. "He’s just excited, that’s all."

"Well, I’m not! My soul almost left my body just now!" She was still gripping his arm like it was her last lifeline.

"Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to be dangling several feet in the air, depending on your biceps and this chaotic horse’s mood to keep me alive?!"