The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 643: My Fierce, Stubborn King

I woke up earlier than usual this morning. The palace was still quiet, the corridors not yet filled with the rhythm of servants and officials preparing for the reward ceremony.

Today, Draven would publicly honour the men and women who protected Stormveil during the vampire invasion. I had already seen the list. Wanda Fellowes and her brother Levi were among those to be rewarded. I had no objection to it.

A person’s deeds should be judged by their actions. If they fought well and protected the people, then they deserved recognition. Still, I was not naive.

People from enemy families could accept power with one hand and sharpen a blade behind their backs with the other. Any position given to them must come with watchful eyes.

I sighed softly and dipped my quill into the ink once more. The letter before me was nearly complete, so I started writing the final version.

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When I finished writing, I read through the letter once more. Satisfied, I folded the paper carefully and placed it inside a special envelope. Once the heat revealed the hidden words, my grandmother would be able to read everything clearly.

I set it aside on the table. I would send it out before the reward ceremony began. After that, the palace would be filled with nobles, warriors, and a banquet that would likely last half the day.

Finally, I leaned back and stretched my arms. The tension in my shoulders loosened slightly. Then I rose from the chair and reached for my robe. I slipped it over my nightdress and tied the sash loosely around my waist.

If Draven was already awake, he would probably be in his chambers preparing for the ceremony. And knowing him... He was likely already working.

Shaking my head with a small smile, I stepped out of my bedroom and walked down the short, quiet corridor toward the King’s chambers to find my mate.

I pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, then stopped. He was still asleep. My brows rose slightly.

Draven, who usually woke before half the palace, was shirtless, lying face down across his large bed as if the world had decided to give him mercy for once.

The morning light from the tall windows spilt across his back, highlighting the powerful lines of his shoulders. His long black hair had fallen loose around his face, some of it draped across the pillow.

For a moment, I simply stood there watching him. My fierce, stubborn King... sleeping like a man who had finally allowed himself to rest. A small smile tugged at my lips.

Quietly, I walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. He didn’t stir, so I leaned forward slightly and studied his face.

"Your Majesty," I whispered teasingly. "The kingdom might collapse today if you keep sleeping like this."

He didn’t react, so I reached out and gently ruffled his long black hair. "Draven."

A low groan escaped him. "Mm." His voice was rough with sleep.

I laughed softly and ruffled his hair again. "Wake up, Your Majesty. Don’t tell me the great King of Stormveil plans to miss the ceremony he scheduled."

Right then, his eyes opened slowly, dark and heavy with sleep.

For a moment, he simply stared at me. Then his brows knit slightly. "You woke me up," he muttered.