The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649: An Oath

[Meredith].

Minutes later, Azul stood behind me, fastening the last clasp of my gown, while Deidra adjusted the fall of the fabric along my shoulders. Kira and Cora moved around the room quietly, ensuring every detail was perfect.

Arya held up a mirror so I could see the final result. My reflection stared back at me.

The gown was elegant and royal, silver threads woven along the bodice like moonlight. The three golden stars Draven had pinned on my shoulder earlier gleamed softly under the lamps.

Even now, my new title still felt surreal.

"You are perfect, your majesty," Azul said with satisfaction.

"Thank you." I grinned and stared back at the mirror once again before leading the way to the Draven’s main bedchamber.

Just a second later, a knock sounded at the door. Kira moved immediately. "I will see who it is, Your Majesty."

She opened the door slightly and stepped outside. Moments later, she returned.

At the same time, the door of the dressing room opened behind me, and Draven stepped into the bedchamber, already dressed for the banquet.

Meanwhile, Kira approached me and leaned closer, then whispered in my ear, "Your Majesty... a maidservant wishes to see you. She says it is urgent."

I frowned slightly. "At this hour?"

Kira nodded. "She said it concerns Miss Fellowes."

My body stilled for a moment, then, without hesitation, I rose from my seat. I crossed the room quickly and stepped into the hallway.

Xamira stood there, waiting anxiously. The moment she saw me, she bowed deeply. "Your Majesty."

"What is it?" I asked quietly.

She quickly stepped forward and excused herself before leaning closer and lowering her voice. "After you and His Majesty left the room on the ground floor earlier... Miss Fellowes entered it."

My brows drew together. "She went inside?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A strange unease crept into my chest. "How long was she there?"

"A while," Xamira replied. "I kept watch from the corridor."

My stomach tightened. "And?"

Xamira hesitated slightly. "When she came out... something was strange about her."

"Quickly explain and stop delaying." I narrowed my eyes.

"My apologizes your majesty," She offered a small bow, then continued, "She had a strange smile on her face. And she was mumbling something to herself."

My heart skipped a beat, though I managed to keep my cool. "Were you able to pick the words she muttered under her breath?"

Xamira’s brows furrowed. "I’m not sure, your majesty. But I think she said something of the likes of bearing an heir for the throne."

For a moment, the world tilted. Air left my lungs practically left my lungs. I actually leaned back slightly, my hand instinctively reaching for the wall beside me.

’No. No... that was impossible.’ My thoughts raced wildly. Surely, I was misunderstanding. Wanda could be malicious, jealous, hateful... But that?

That would be madness.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. I forced myself to breathe. "Have the servants begun cleaning the room?" I asked quickly.

Just then, Valmora stirred inside me. "She was here," she growled.

"I know," I replied, and leaned slightly closer to the table. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

In that instant, everything clicked together. The words Xamira had reported. The strange smile. The mention of an heir.

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