ALPHA'S ENDLESS REGRET: After The Barren Luna's Leave novel Chapter 119

The moments that passed after then were mostly filled with my brothers doing all they actively could to get to the root of the matter.

Merhold had contacted the royal police, enlisting their help in pinning down the possible origins of that malicious crystal Aunt Niamh had worn.

It was the only lead we had so far and we had to make good use of it. The rest of my brothers pitched in as best as they could, making sure that the resources of Pack Lune were put into the situation on ground.

One specific night, Arthur snapped his book shut, having drenched himself in papers for hours on end. He'd been pretty determined about finding a seeming undiscoverable solution.

"We're going to take a trip to the border." Arthur said.

I nodded my head in silence. My mind was racing with all the things we could possibly encounter upon reaching there. I didn't want to think of the creatures we may face or what laid ahead for me.

All I knew was that I'd made up my mind to come to the end of this. I wasn't going to stop until I'd reached it.

"Well it's about time." Cyrus let out a breath.

The next day came sooner than I'd expected. Rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds as we began preparing for the journey that laid ahead.

I was still discussing with Arthur. The words died in my throat as soon as I laid eyes on the caravan before me.

The luxury caravan gleamed under the sun, a masterpiece of modern design. Its streamlined exterior boasted metallic paint, panoramic windows, and a retractable awning lined with soft LED lighting.

"Let's go in." I suggested to Arthur who nodded his head.

Inside, every detail whispered opulence: plush leather seating, hardwood cabinetry, and marble-like countertops.

The kitchen was a chef's dream, with state-of-the-art appliances tucked seamlessly into the open layout.

A king-sized bed adorned the master suite, while the bathroom featured a rainfall shower and heated floors.

Ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the lounge, where a flat-screen TV and surround sound created a cozy retreat. It wasn't just a caravan—it was a palace on wheels.

We stepped back outside, my gaze unable to leave the caravan. I turned to Arthur. "I thought we said this would be a stealthy trip."

Arthur looked helpless. "Cyrus said ‘Our princess had lived a hard life outside for over ten years. They wouldn't allow her to live a day in poverty'. Or at least that's what I remember."

I shook my head as my gaze flicked back to the caravan. An image of the closet full of clothes popped into my head and I couldn't help the groan that left my lips.

My gaze remained fixed on the two men before me. Askhan looked completely dressed for the occasion.

He wore a tailored field jacket in dark olive or navy, its many pockets hinting at preparedness. Beneath it, a crisp white or light gray button-down shirt added a touch of refinement, the collar slightly open for comfort.

Slim-fit, dark cargo trousers ensured ease of movement without sacrificing a polished look. On his feet were steady leather boots.

To ward off the cold or wind, he had a lightweight scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, and a watch with a durable, matte strap adorned his wrist, both functional and discreetly stylish.

His demeanor, like his outfit, reflected the quiet dignity expected of royalty in such a moment. There was a glint in his eyes as he regarded me.

"Giselle."

"Prince Askhan." I replied curtly before turning to Haelor.

The general was clad in a tactical jacket in khaki tones. The jacket was emblazoned with insignias that marked his rank and allegiance.

The jacket was weather-resistant and durable, featuring multiple pockets for utility and easy access. He had on a combat shirt underneath the jacket.