A Beautiful Luna After Rejection - Chapter 312 - 312 A Conversation Between Brothers

312 A Conversation Between Brothers

Looking at Michael’s expression, I couldn’t help but find it a little funny. He looked like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Although he behaved coldly and aloof most of the time because he was a Lycan Prince and even emitted an untouchable aura, he was, at times, extremely self-centered, inconsiderate of others’ feelings, and reckless.

I leaned down, kissed him, releasing my aura to soothe him, and said softly, “Just go back and take a look, okay? I haven’t seen Courtney in ages.”

Michael turned to look at me, then reached up to grip my face and kissed me hard before replying vaguely, “Okay. But you have to make it up to me…”

“What? …Hey… Not again! Michael… Ahh! Mmph!”

The sailboat’s deck shook as the waves crashed against the hull, and I was once again immersed in endless waves.

Michael and I had just arrived at the palace when Brandon came and called him away.

As such, I had no choice but to return to my room alone to rest first. Luckily, I didn’t have to take any of our bags on my own, as the servants had moved them for us.

Compared to the first time I came to the palace, today’s atmosphere was different. Even though I walked the same path to the same room as back then, I didn’t have the feeling of apprehension as I did, but rather a familiar, homely feeling.

The first time I came here, I was worried about the Lycan King and Queen, about Joanna, about people making it difficult for me because I was a stranger here… This time, I was here as Michael’s princess.

Everything I worried about in the past was no longer a problem. Joanna was completely gone, and the Lycan King and Queen, Brandon and Courtney, were on our side.

I flopped down on the big bed in my room, exhaustion from traveling slowly seeping into my body.

Although it was a sudden change of plans to return to the palace, Michael had done his best to make this trip comfortable. Our plane seats were first class, but going on a long-distance flight was still tiring, regardless of how comfortable the seats were.

Surrounded by the soft cotton-like bedding, I felt sleepy and unconsciously nodded off to sleep.

…

In the Lycan King’s office a few doors from my room, Michael was sitting in an armchair across from Brandon, listening to him absent-mindedly.

Brandon was sitting where Michael’s father used to sit, wearing the same Lycan King clothes, revealing the determination and courage of the young king. At this moment, Brandon had a frown on his face and a serious look.

“Michael, I wouldn’t have called you here if it weren’t for special circumstances,” Brandon said with a sigh. “I didn’t mean to disturb your honeymoon with Cecily, but you’re the only one who can solve this matter right now.”

Michael’s expression remained the same as he replied, “Go on.”

Brandon visibly gathered himself and said, “It’s about General Lovecraft. Since we forced his daughter to die in court, he’s been very upset about it. As for his status in the royal family, I’ve been preparing for a while now. I’ve been appeasing him on the surface as I take the opportunity to disperse the power in his hands to others.”

Michael hummed. “You should have done so long ago. He’s not suited to be a general. Though his family has served the royal family in the war before, that was several hundred years ago. Look at what his family has done over the years! Even without Joanna’s incident, you would have needed to remove the power from his hands sooner or later.”

Brandon nodded. “I thought the same. It was going well at the beginning, but recently there have been some problems.”

“What kind of problems?”

“General Lovecraft is no fool. He sensed that I was slowly dismantling his power, so he secretly sent people to resist me.”

“That’s what you said in your letter,” Michael replied, picking up his tea and taking a sip while looking unconcerned. “It can’t be that you can’t even handle such a small thing, Brandon? I know you’re better than that.”

Raising an eyebrow at Brandon, Michael continued, “If you called me back because of this, I really have to wonder if my father made the right decision in giving you this position. Or… Do you plan on handing it over to me?”

Brandon huffed and shot Michael a glare, coldly saying, “I’m being serious with you, yet you keep interrupting me. If you want to take my place as Lycan King, try it for a few days. Every day is a pile of new problems dropping into my lap.”

Michael hurriedly waved his hand. “Forget what I said. I’m not interested in your position. At all. Now, what were you saying about General Lovecraft?”

“Two days ago, General Lovecraft approached me for an interview. He told me that he was willing to give me everything in his hands and would no longer interfere in the royal affairs.”

“The power he holds is not small. Besides, he’s had it for so many years, yet he’s willing to give it up just like that?” Michael pondered for a moment, his bored expression now gone. “What was his condition?”

“You.”