The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: Inviting the Faes

[Third Person].

A week later, the Grand Hall in the Royal Palace was once again filled.

This time, not with celebration, nor judgment, but with purpose.

Every seat was occupied. The council of elders stood in their designated positions, the Royal Alphas gathered with attentive expressions, and the high-ranking officials remained silent, awaiting the King’s words.

At the front, Draven and Meredith sat upon their thrones. The atmosphere was steady and focused.

Then, Draven rose. "I have called this assembly," he began, his voice carrying clearly across the hall, "to address the security of Stormveil."

At once, the attention in the room sharpened.

"The Great Wall," he continued, "has protected our lands for generations. But past events have made one thing clear, our enemies are not done."

A faint tension settled over the hall.

"We cannot afford another breach." Draven’s gaze swept across them. "I intend to strengthen the Wall. And I have found a way to do so."

That drew interest, subtle, but present.

Draven continued. "The Queen’s grandmother is a fae."

That alone stirred quiet reactions across the room.

"The fae possess runic abilities unlike any other. They are willing to assist us in securing the Wall... permanently."

This time, the reaction was more noticeable. Whispers started quietly, then spread. The idea of working with fae—of allowing them such involvement—was not a small matter.

Draven did not interrupt them. He allowed the murmurs to settle naturally.

"They will come under certain conditions," he added calmly. "Conditions that will be revealed upon their arrival."

The hall remained filled with quiet discussion. Eyes shifted between one another, weighing, considering.

Then, Randall stepped forward. "My King," he said, bowing slightly before lifting his gaze. "This is a wise decision."

The murmurs softened.

"If the fae can truly strengthen the Wall," he continued, "then Stormveil stands to gain greatly." His tone grew firmer. "There are already signs that another war may not be far off. We cannot afford to be unprepared—not again."

His words settled heavily.

"And if this alliance can prevent our enemies from ever breaching our defenses..." he finished, "then it is worth pursuing."

A small pause followed, then one elder stepped forward. "I agree."

Another followed. "This would benefit the kingdom."

Soon, more voices joined.

"The risks are outweighed by the gain."

"We must secure our borders."

"The King’s decision is sound."

One by one, the resistance faded, and approval took its place.

Draven observed them all, then nodded once. "I will send an invitation," he said. "When their conditions are presented, you will be informed."

There were no objections; only agreement. The decision had already been made.

"Then this assembly is concluded."

The hall bowed as one. And slowly, the leaders of Stormveil began to disperse—each one aware that something significant had just been set into motion.

As the hall gradually emptied, Draven’s gaze shifted. "Dennis."

Dennis, who had been preparing to leave with the others, paused and stepped back forward. "Your Majesty."

"Stay."

He nodded.

One by one, the remaining elders, alphas, and officials exited the Grand Hall until only a few guards remained at a distance.

Then Draven spoke. "Send for Jeffery."

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