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Chatper 95
Chatper 95
Chatper 95
SIDONNIE’S POV
Waking up, knowing that the day was going to be real stressful, | did my chores quickly and took proper care of Mason in preparation for his classes at the academy.
As the soon-to-be royal Luna, | knew that my duties extended far beyond simply bearing the title. | was expected to embody grace, poise, and elegance in every aspect of my life from the way | walked and talked to the way | interacted with others. And so, when
Cora the eldest female werewolf of the Moon Shadow
summoned me to begin my training on royal etiquette, | knew that | had to approach it with the utmost seriousness and dedication.
As | entered the grand chamber where the training would take place, | was greeted by the Cora, a stern yet kind-hearted woman who had served the Moon Shadow Royals for many years. She wasted no time in getting down to business, explaining the importance of each aspect of royal etiquette and what was expected of me as the royal Luna.
“First things first,” she began, her voice firm but gentle. “We must work on your posture and your walk. As the royal Luna, you must carry yourself with confidence and grace at all times.”
With that, she proceeded to demonstrate the proper way to walk — head held high, shoulders back, and steps measured and deliberate. | watched closely, committing each movement to memory as | prepared to emulate her example.
“Now, you try,” she instructed, stepping aside to give me room to practice. Taking a deep breath, | straightened my spine and lifted my chin, channeling the regal bearing that was expected of me. With each step, | focused on moving with purpose and intention, determined to master the art of royal walking.
As the training progressed, we moved on to other aspects of royal etiquette — how to greet pack elders with respect and deference, how to serve royal guests with grace and hospitality, and even how to prepare the Alpha’s special dishes to perfection. With each lesson, | absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, eager to prove myself worthy of my title and responsibilities.
But it wasn’t just about learning the practical skills — it was also about understanding the significance behind each task. The head maid took the time to 14
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explain the importance of each duty, from showing respect to our elders to ensuring the comfort and satisfaction of our guests. It was about upholding the traditions and values of our pack, and | was determined to do so with honor and integrity.
As the minutes turned into hours, | could feel myself growing more confident in my role as the royal Luna. My posture became more assured, my greetings more polished, and my culinary skills more refined. But perhaps more importantly, | began to develop a deeper understanding of what it meant to serve my pack with humility and dedication.
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And as | stood before the head maid at the end of my training, | knew that | had come a long way from the timid girl who had first entered the grand chamber. | was ready to take on the responsibilities of my title with pride and determination, knowing that | had been trained well and that | would do my pack proud.
But even as | embarked on this new chapter of my life, | knew that my training was far from over. Being the royal Luna was not just a duty — it was a lifelong commitment to serving my pack and upholding the honor and dignity of our royal lineage.
As | was deep in my training, focused on perfecting each movement and gesture, the grand chamber suddenly grew silent as the door swung open, admitting the imposing figure of Carlyle, our Alpha. He greeted the Cora with a respectful nod before turning his attention to me.
“Ah, Sidonnie,” he said warmly, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “I hope your training is going well.” | straightened up instinctively at his presence, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. “Yes, Alpha,” | replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
“She really tried today. | can proudly say she’s going to make a good one.” Cora commented and | bet by now, flushes of red was all over my face.
Carlyle stepped forward, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. With a gentle smile, he reached out and pulled me into a warm embrace, enveloping me in the comforting strength of his arms.
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“How was your day?” he asked softly, his voice a soothing rumble in my ear.
Cora stiffled a light cough, “I'll leave you two lovers to each other.” She said before leaving while. | giggled inwardly. | leaned into his embrace, feeling the tension melt away as | breathed in his famili
scent of him- a mixture of pine and earth, with a hint of something uniquely him.
“It was... productive,” | replied, trying to sound confident.
Carlyle chuckled, the sound vibrating against my cheek. “That’s good to hear,” he said, his tone filled with genuine warmth. “I’m proud of you, Luna.”
| smiled up at him, feeling a swell of pride and gratitude in my chest. Carlyle had always been a pillar of support for me, guiding me with wisdom and
encouragement as | navigated the complexities of my role as the roy al L una.
As we stood there in each other’s arms, | couldn’t help but marvel at the b ond that existed between us a bond forged not just by duty and obligation, but by a deep and ab iding | ove that transcended the boundaries of rank and status.
“Thank you, Carl,” | said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”
Carlyle squeezed me tighter, his embrace a silent reassurance of his unwavering support. “Anytime, my love,” he replied, his voice filled with affection.
“How was your day too?” | asked and he heaved a sigh.
“Tedious as usual. The whole workload and all.”
“It's normal. Just make sure you give yourself the proper rest you need.” “Of course, that’s necessary. | just can’t stop getting worried about Donald” Now, my interest was piqued.
“What's wrong with him?”
“He’s been acting all sneaky these days and I’m worried. | tried talking to him but he seems to be avoiding a proper conversation about his action with me.” Carlyle complained while | listened