The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640: Mabel, The Criminal

[Third Person].

A few days later, the storm that had once threatened Meredith’s name had completely quieted.

The fearful whispers had softened into cautious admiration, and then into open praise. The streets of Stormveil no longer murmured about a dangerous fae Queen. Instead, they spoke of the Queen who had stood between their King and death.

And on that bright afternoon, the palace training grounds echoed with the sharp clash of steel.

Meredith and Draven faced each other in the centre of the arena, dressed in fitted training clothes. Their titles had been left at the edge of the sand with their cloaks.

Here, they were not King and Queen. They were a warrior and a warrior.

Steel rang against steel as Meredith lunged forward, her blade flashing beneath the sun. Draven parried smoothly, pivoted, and attempted to sweep her legs from beneath her. She twisted away with a laugh, silver hair snapping behind her like a banner of defiance.

Around them, the royal warriors watched in disciplined silence, though admiration burned in their eyes. Their rulers did not hide behind thrones; they fought.

An hour passed in a blur of movement. Meredith feinted left, then struck right. Draven barely blocked in time, their blades locking close enough for him to murmur, "You are getting reckless."

She grinned. "You are getting slow."

He shoved her back. She spun, regained balance, and rushed him again.

Sweat glistened on their skin. Sand clung to their boots. Laughter broke through the sharp rhythm of combat more than once.

When Draven finally disarmed her with a swift twist of his wrist, Meredith stepped back, breathing hard but smiling.

"Again," she demanded.

"You’ve had enough humiliation for today," he replied smoothly.

She snorted, and this time managed to hook her foot behind his ankle and shove him just enough to disrupt his stance.

The watching warriors broke into soft, impressed murmurs. Eventually, both decided to end the session.

Servants hurried forward with warm towels. Meredith wiped her face and neck, still catching her breath, while Draven rolled his shoulders, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You refused to let me win," Meredith accused lightly.

Draven arched a brow. "If I let you win so easily, I am unworthy of being your instructor."

She shot him a look. "If the student does not surpass the teacher, then the teacher has failed."

He smirked shamelessly. "Surpass me if you must. Just not today."

She laughed, the sound bright and unburdened. And it was in this moment of ease that Oscar entered the training grounds.

He bowed deeply. "Your Majesty. Your Majesty."

Draven immediately noticed the severity in his expression and asked, "What is it?"

Oscar straightened with a tight jaw. "I have found the source of the rumours."

Instantly, the air shifted as the warmth between King and Queen cooled into something sharper.

Draven studied him. "Who?"

Oscar hesitated briefly as his gaze flickered towards Meredith. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Speak."

Oscar then returned his focus to Draven. "The culprit," he said carefully, "is Her Majesty’s older sister... Miss Mabel Carter."

~Carter Estate~

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