The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604: Pre-Coronation Preparations (I)

[Third Person].

Two days before the coronation, the Oatrun estate felt strangely lighter.

By noon, the royal convoy had already entered the Stormveil Palace grounds. The palace stood tall and imposing against the sky—white stone walls, towering arches, and banners already bearing Draven’s crest hanging from the high balconies in preparation for the ceremony.

Meredith stepped out of the vehicle beside Draven and took in the sight quietly. This would soon be home.

Servants immediately began unloading trunks, garment chests, ceremonial boxes, and documents. Their personal guards formed a perimeter while palace staff bowed deeply as the soon-to-be King and Queen entered through the grand doors.

The palace interior was vast—polished marble floors, tall stained-glass windows, and long corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Meredith and Draven spent most of the day walking through the halls, familiarizing themselves with council chambers, private studies, audience halls, and restricted royal corridors.

Everything felt real now. In fact, too real.

By late afternoon, the head steward guided them to the royal living quarters.

"Your Majesty," he said to Draven respectfully, gesturing toward a massive set of double doors. "The King’s Chamber."

Then he turned down another corridor. "And the Queen’s Chamber."

Meredith followed him with her eyes. The doors were not only separate but also far apart. Far enough that it would take a deliberate walk to reach one from the other.

She wasn’t surprised. Traditionally, Stormveil rulers maintained separate chambers for political image and protocol. But that didn’t mean she liked it.

So, she glanced at Draven. He was staring at the distance between the two doors with a look that could freeze a battlefield.

The steward continued politely, unaware of the brewing storm. "It has always been the custom—"

"Move her things," Draven said calmly.

The steward paused. "Your Majesty?"

Draven didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to for a simple command. "Move the Queen’s personal belongings into the King’s Chamber."

The corridor fell silent. Meredith’s brows lifted slightly, though she already knew that look in his eyes.

The steward hesitated carefully. "But, Your Majesty, protocol states—"

"I am about to be King," Draven said evenly. "And I am establishing a new protocol."

There was no room for argument. The steward bowed deeply. "As you command, Your Majesty."

Servants immediately began redirecting trunks and garment chests toward Draven’s chamber, and Meredith tried to suppress her smile.

On the surface, her chamber would remain intact. It would be used for official audiences, private meetings, and maintaining royal appearances. But she would not be sleeping there.

Draven waited until the corridor cleared before stepping closer to her. "I don’t want you that far from me," he said quietly.

She looked up at him. "It’s just a hallway," she teased lightly.

"It’s distance," he corrected. Then, his voice softened. "Some days, meetings will keep us apart. Council matters. Military inspections. Affairs of state." His thumb brushed gently over her knuckles. "But when I retire for the night, I want to see you. Not walk across a palace to find you."

Her heart warmed instantly.

"I don’t want you out of my sight for a day," he added in a lower voice.

The vulnerability in that confession wasn’t dramatic. It was steady and certain. Then, Meredith stepped into him without hesitation and wrapped her arms around his torso. And he held her just as firmly.

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