The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607: The Coronation (II)

[Meredith].

"I, Draven Oatrun, swear before the Moon Goddess and the Great People of Stormveil to protect this land, to uphold justice, and to rule with strength and integrity. My life belongs to Stormveil."

A murmur of approval followed. Then it was my turn. I took a slow breath.

"I, Meredith Carter," I began, my voice steady despite the weight of the moment, "swear before the Moon Goddess and the Great People of Stormveil to protect this kingdom with wisdom and courage."

My gaze lifted slightly, scanning the sea of faces, then I continued.

"My life, whether it be long or short, belongs to Stormveil. I will stand beside my King in loyalty, and before my people in responsibility. I will not turn away from hardship, nor will I allow fear to silence justice."

The hall fell completely silent. I meant every word.

Valmora stirred within me, her presence warm and proud. "This is what we were born for," she whispered through our bond.

Next, the priest dipped her fingers into the sacred water and marked our foreheads with silver.

Then came the moment. Draven rose first, and I rose with him. He took his place upon the throne carved for the King of Stormveil. I sat beside him.

The female priest lifted the King’s crown—a heavy piece of silver and obsidian—and placed it upon Draven’s head.

The hall exhaled. Then she turned to me.

As the Queen’s crown hovered above me, a low, amused hum echoed in my mind. "They will feel us."

The crown settled onto my head. And in that very second, Valmora allowed a sliver of her aura to slip free. It was unmistakable.

A cool wave swept through the hall like the touch of something ancient brushing against mortal senses. The torches flickered faintly, a few Alphas stiffened in their seats, and some elders straightened abruptly.

Then, Valmora withdrew just as quickly, satisfied.

The priest stepped forward once more and turned to face the gathered assembly. Her voice carried, strong and ceremonial.

"The Great People of Stormveil," she declared, "I present to you your King, His Majesty, King Draven Oatrun—"

A small pause followed, then she continued, "And your Queen, Her Majesty, Queen Meredith Carter."

For one breathless heartbeat, the hall remained frozen.

Then every single person rose to their feet. Nobles, Alphas, Elders, and warriors.

They bowed far deeper than before, and their words echoed like thunder.

"Congratulations, Your Majesties!"

"Congratulations!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the Queen!"

Right then, my chest tightened with something fierce and victorious. I had endured, I had proven myself. And now, no one could ever strip this from me again.

I glanced sideways at Draven. His expression was calm, powerful, and resolute. But when his eyes met mine, warmth broke through the steel.

We had done it. Stormveil was ours.

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Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

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