The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641: The King’s Benevolence

[Third Person].

Mabel’s lips parted, but no denial came quickly enough. The silence betrayed her. "I—I only—" she stammered, but her words tangled uselessly.

Gabriel’s disappointment was heavy and quiet. "Mabel... what have you done?"

Just then, Oscar nodded to the guards, and the two stepped forward.

Mabel recoiled. "No! You can’t— I did nothing wrong! She deceived everyone! She’s not even a full—"

Her words dissolved into a shriek as the guards seized her arms. Heavy iron shackles were snapped around her wrists. Another pair around her ankles. The sound of metal locking echoed brutally in the hall.

She began screaming hysterically. "This is unfair! She is dangerous! You are all blind! Let me go!"

One of the guards tightened his grip and barked sharply, "Silence!"

When she continued thrashing, another struck the floor hard with the butt of his spear, the crack reverberating through the room. The message was clear.

Mabel’s screams finally dwindled into choked sobs.

Oscar spoke one final time. "By royal order, the prisoner will be confined in the palace dungeon until further notice."

Margaret covered her mouth, trembling. Gary looked stunned—furious, but powerless, while Monique stood rigid, her earlier arrogance gone.

Mabel was dragged forward despite her resistance, chains clanking loudly against the polished floor. Her sobs echoed long after she was hauled through the doorway.

The Carter estate fell into suffocating silence.

Gabriel stood unmoving as he realized how dangerously close his household had come to ruin.

"Gabriel, are you going to stand there and watch them take my daughter away?" Margaret’s panicking voice filtered through his ears.

He snapped back to the present, his heart in complete turmoil.

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Gabriel wasted no time. Before nightfall, he was kneeling in the grand hall before the throne.

Draven sat tall, composed, and untouchable. Meredith sat beside him, looking serene and distant.

Gabriel bowed deeply. "Your Majesty. Your Majesty. I beg an audience regarding my daughter."

Draven’s expression did not soften. "You have it."

Gabriel swallowed. "Mabel acted foolishly. She is young. I plead for leniency."

Draven’s gaze sharpened. He didn’t even want to pursue his claim that Mabel was young. Because if she was young, then what was Meredith? Meredith was the youngest of the Carter siblings, yet seemed the wisest and most mature.

So, keeping his rage under control, Draven said coldly, "What your daughter committed is a capital offense."

The words fell heavily in the hall. Gabriel’s breath hitched.

"Spreading treasonous propaganda against the Crown during a time of unrest," Draven continued evenly, "carries the punishment of one hundred strokes of the cane—publicly administered."

Gabriel’s face drained of blood.

"But," Draven added, his voice turning dangerously calm, "because she is the Queen’s sister, I have chosen imprisonment instead."

Silence thundered in the hall, then he finished, "You should be grateful."

Gabriel bowed lower. "I... I am grateful for Your Majesty’s mercy."

Draven leaned slightly forward. "Understand this clearly. Your family’s honour remains intact because your daughter sits beside me as Queen. Her dignity must be preserved."

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