The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Going Down to Him

(Third Person).

From where she stood, she could see into the open door of Draven’s study. It was almost unrecognizable.

Then, she walked slowly past the doorway, her gaze softening as she took it all in. Each cleared surface whispered a subtle farewell.

The grand shelves that once held rows of war strategy scrolls and rare historical volumes now stood half-empty.

The glass cabinets where ancient relics and silver insignias had been displayed were bare, their contents wrapped in cloth and boxed neatly by the servants.

Draven was nowhere in sight, but his presence was everywhere—in the precision of how things were handled, the way no item was misplaced, the silent discipline of his household.

They were truly leaving Duskmoor.

The thought brought an unexpected tightness to Meredith’s chest.

So much had happened here—danger, discovery, even love. But now, the house itself felt as though it was holding its breath, waiting for departure.

She turned and continued down the hall, the faint glint of afternoon light spilling through the tall windows and painting golden streaks across the marble floor. Then, she took the stairs.

When she entered her bedroom, she found the same flurry of movement there, too. Her maidservants were everywhere—folding gowns, wrapping bottles of perfume, tucking shoes into trunks.

Azul and Kira worked wordlessly near the door leading to the dressing room, doing their own bid, while Deidra and Cora were kneeling by the chest at the foot of the bed, closing it with practised efficiency.

Meredith paused near the door, a faint smile touching her lips. "It seems my room is vanishing before my eyes."

At once, all five maidservants straightened and turned to face her. Azul hurried forward. "My Lady, we didn’t hear you come in."

Meredith waved off her flustered tone and moved deeper into the room. "It’s fine. I can see everyone is working hard."

Deidra and Cora exchanged a quick glance, their eyes bright. Deidra spoke first, her voice carrying a note of barely contained excitement.

"We are almost done, my Lady. Just one more trunk."

Cora nodded quickly, her smile widening. "It feels good to be going home finally."

Meredith stopped, her gaze softening as she looked between them. "You are happy to leave Duskmoor?"

"Yes, my Lady," Deidra said earnestly. "Stormveil is home. We have missed the air, the trees, the people."

Cora’s hands were still as she added, "Here... it never truly felt like ours."

For a moment, Meredith said nothing. Their words lingered in the quiet air, wrapping around her thoughts. She understood exactly what they meant.

Duskmoor had always been a place of tension—a land of uneasy peace and hidden war, even though they all liked it here that initial time she came here with them.

"Then we will go home, together," she said softly, almost to herself.

Her maidservants smiled, bowed their heads respectfully, then returned to their work with renewed energy.

Meredith crossed to the window, her gaze drifting outside where more of Draven’s warriors were gathered near the estate gates, overseeing carts being loaded with crates and fuel barrels.

The sight filled her with both relief and unease. Everything was happening fast, yet not fast enough.

Stormveil awaited. But so did the war.

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