The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 643: My Fierce, Stubborn King

[Meredith].

I woke up earlier than usual this morning. The palace was still quiet, the corridors not yet filled with the rhythm of servants and officials preparing for the reward ceremony.

Today, Draven would publicly honour the men and women who protected Stormveil during the vampire invasion. I had already seen the list. Wanda Fellowes and her brother Levi were among those to be rewarded. I had no objection to it.

A person’s deeds should be judged by their actions. If they fought well and protected the people, then they deserved recognition. Still, I was not naive.

People from enemy families could accept power with one hand and sharpen a blade behind their backs with the other. Any position given to them must come with watchful eyes.

I sighed softly and dipped my quill into the ink once more. The letter before me was nearly complete, so I started writing the final version.

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My dearest Grandma,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health and peace. I miss you dearly.

Much has transpired in Stormveil since I last wrote to you. Your prophecies have come to pass as you predicted. And I felt compelled to tell you everything myself.

A few weeks ago, Stormveil was invaded by vampires. They managed to infiltrate our borders during the Annual Hunt when the gates were opened. At first, we did not realize what had happened. By the time we discovered their presence, they had already begun moving toward the palace.

Their leader was Estella. Yes... Draven’s elder sister. She led the attack personally and even reached the palace. The situation became extremely dangerous, and many of Stormveil’s leaders were present at the time.

In the end, the palace was defended, and Stormveil remains secure, but the battle forced me to reveal my fae powers in front of the Alphas and the Council of Elders. As you might expect, this caused quite a stir.

Soon after, rumours began spreading among the people. Some were afraid of me. Others claimed that a Queen with fae blood was dangerous or unfit to rule werewolves.

For a short time, the situation became unpleasant. The Elders were restless and even discussed whether I should remain Queen. Fortunately, those matters have now settled.

The truth of what happened during the vampire attack reached the people, and the narratives have changed. Many now understand that my powers were used to protect Stormveil, not threaten it. The Elders have also quieted down. They are no longer pushing for my removal from the throne.

I believe the Moon Goddess has protected us through this storm.

Today, Draven will hold a ceremony to reward those who fought bravely during the invasion and helped defend our people. It is something he insisted on doing personally.

However, Grandma, there is another matter that concerns me. When the vampires infiltrated Stormveil, it became clear that the Great Wall is no longer secure. Our runes are not strong enough to keep certain enemies out. Because of this, I am writing to ask for your help.

If it is possible, Stormveil would benefit greatly from stronger fae runes placed upon the Great Wall. Such protection would help prevent enemies from slipping into our lands unnoticed again. Draven is aware of this idea and is open to discussing it with you should you be willing.

Please do not feel pressured. I understand the history between the fae and the werewolves, and I know that trust cannot be demanded. Still... Stormveil is now my home, and I wish to protect it.

If you are willing, I will wait patiently for your response. With all my love,

From your beloved little girl,

Meredith.

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When I finished writing, I read through the letter once more. Satisfied, I folded the paper carefully and placed it inside a special envelope. Once the heat revealed the hidden words, my grandmother would be able to read everything clearly.

I set it aside on the table. I would send it out before the reward ceremony began. After that, the palace would be filled with nobles, warriors, and a banquet that would likely last half the day.

Finally, I leaned back and stretched my arms. The tension in my shoulders loosened slightly. Then I rose from the chair and reached for my robe. I slipped it over my nightdress and tied the sash loosely around my waist.

If Draven was already awake, he would probably be in his chambers preparing for the ceremony. And knowing him... He was likely already working.

Shaking my head with a small smile, I stepped out of my bedroom and walked down the short, quiet corridor toward the King’s chambers to find my mate.

I pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, then stopped. He was still asleep. My brows rose slightly.

Draven, who usually woke before half the palace, was shirtless, lying face down across his large bed as if the world had decided to give him mercy for once.

The morning light from the tall windows spilt across his back, highlighting the powerful lines of his shoulders. His long black hair had fallen loose around his face, some of it draped across the pillow.

For a moment, I simply stood there watching him. My fierce, stubborn King... sleeping like a man who had finally allowed himself to rest. A small smile tugged at my lips.

Quietly, I walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. He didn’t stir, so I leaned forward slightly and studied his face.

"Your Majesty," I whispered teasingly. "The kingdom might collapse today if you keep sleeping like this."

He didn’t react, so I reached out and gently ruffled his long black hair. "Draven."

A low groan escaped him. "Mm." His voice was rough with sleep.

I laughed softly and ruffled his hair again. "Wake up, Your Majesty. Don’t tell me the great King of Stormveil plans to miss the ceremony he scheduled."

Right then, his eyes opened slowly, dark and heavy with sleep.

For a moment, he simply stared at me. Then his brows knit slightly. "You woke me up," he muttered.