The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642: By Order of His Majesty

[Third Person].

Margaret’s hands began to shake. She was just realizing how cruel the King could be, even to the point of disregarding their entire family to protect that one person.

Meanwhile, Monique swallowed a gulp of saliva, looking uncomfortable. No matter how much she loved her younger sister, Mabel, she would never want to share in her misfortune.

On the other hand, Gary looked stunned into silence. Then, Gabriel turned sharply to his wife.

"Gather everyone in the courtyard now, servants included!"

Margaret hesitated only a second before nodding and hurrying away.

Minutes later, the entire household gathered beneath the open night sky. Servants lined one side—maids, footmen, stable hands, cooks. Some still wore aprons; others trembled visibly, having been dragged from their quarters without explanation.

Monique and Gary stood stiffly behind their father while Margaret clasped her hands together tightly, standing next to him.

Gabriel stepped forward. The torchlight carved harsh shadows across his face.

"Listen carefully," he began, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "My daughter has been imprisoned by royal decree."

A ripple of shock passed through the servants. He raised a hand, and the murmuring died instantly.

"What she did endangered this household. What she did nearly destroyed us." His gaze swept over every face. "The King has granted us mercy. Mercy we did not deserve."

Then, he drew his sword slowly. The sound of steel sliding free rang sharp and cold in the air. Several servants visibly flinched, but he held the blade upright before him.

"If word of this arrest crosses these gates, if any of you so much as whispers it to a neighbour, a relative, a friend..." His voice lowered into something deadly. "Then prepare to die by my sword before the King’s men ever arrive."

A maid dropped to her knees immediately, and within a second, others followed.

"No one speaks," Gabriel commanded. "No one breathes a word. This household will remain silent."

"Yes, Beta Gabriel," the servants answered shakily.

"Good," he said, then sheathed the sword with finality. "Return to your duties. And remember, your lives depend on your silence."

The courtyard emptied quickly, fear trailing behind every retreating figure.

Margaret approached him cautiously once they were alone. "Must you be so harsh?" she whispered.

Gabriel did not look at her. "If they value their lives," he replied, "they will understand why."

Monique stood quietly, shaken as Gary clenched his fists, anger and fear battling within him.

***

~The Fellowes Residence~

Breakfast was quieter than usual. Reginald sat at the head of the table, cutting into his food with measured precision. Wanda watched him from across the table, sensing that the silence meant something.

Then, he finally spoke. "Mabel Carter has been arrested."

Wanda’s hand paused mid-air, her fork hovering. "Really?" she asked slowly.

"Yes." Reginald dabbed his lips with a napkin. "She was dragged from the palace grounds in chains. Hands and feet bound."

A slow smile spread across Wanda’s face. "So fast," she murmured. "Draven indeed doesn’t waste time."

Reginald gave a faint nod. "He never does."

Wanda leaned back slightly, satisfaction warming her chest. Mabel had taken the fall exactly as planned. Meredith’s own sister locked away—the irony was delicious.

"It seems the King has kept this quiet," Wanda observed. "There is no noise or public display about it."

"Indeed, he has sealed it tightly," Reginald replied. "Which means he is watching even more closely."

’Patience,’ she reminded herself.

The Palace Dungeon~

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