Claiming His Luna

Lucian’s POV

“She already knew the truth,” I expressed, feeling devastated after seeing Cercei’s pain.

Sensing Frank’s intense gaze on me, I continued.

“I had failed to notice she reached the glass cage, and Vienna revealed the entire truth to her,” I stared at the glass walls before us. Tubes were attached all over Vienna’s unconscious body, and now her life relies on machines that nobody can guarantee she can survive.

“The truth was destined to reveal itself to her, sooner or later,” Frank exhaled with a mix of resignation and assertion.

The truth had remained shrouded for an extended period, but this manner of revelation was unforeseen.

“Cercei shouldn’t have been informed this way,” I murmured in subdued tones.

“But she did, and you can’t change that,” Frank emphasised the painful truth.

Indeed, she was, and her self-control crumbled. She gave in to her emotions, which is understandable considering the hardships she had faced. In a comparable scenario, the outcome could have been far graver for anyone, including myself.

Cercei had exceeded the limits she had set for herself, revealing the strength and influence she had been trying hard to hide. Now, her sister’s life hung on the edge.

Vienna’s fragile state between life and death didn’t dominate my mind. It was Cercei’s predicament that bothered me so much. She would never bounce back; forgiving herself would be impossible if Vienna didn’t survive.

I had already foreseen that this event could happen at any moment; however, the painful revelation had left her speechless. The outcomes of her actions had taken her aback, and regret clung to her as she asked forgiveness, repeating the words “I’m sorry” like a constant echo.

“How is she doing?” I asked Frank, inquiring about Cercei’s condition.

A few hours passed, she gave in to her overwhelming emotions and lapsed into unconsciousness.

“She’s resting now. Maria is with her,” Frank’s reassurance eased my overwhelming anxiety. She needed this rest after the intense fight and inner turmoil she had endured.

“The truth appears to have deeply affected her,” Frank contemplated. Undoubtedly. The man she had held a deep grudge against for the past few years turned out to be her biological father, the very person who had killed her presumed father and caused harm to her mother.

“And what about her mother? Has she been informed?” He inquired instantly.

Emilia travelled worldwide, strategically sabotaging Remus’s resources, including his empire. I refrained from getting involved, recognizing her need for revenge as part of her healing process.

“Not at this moment,” I replied in a hushed tone. While dealing with the task of saving Vienna from death, informing Emilia was still on hold.

“How will she react when she wakes up?” Frank pondered.

She might be deeply shaken up. She could feel anger or even go into denial. I couldn’t bring myself to voice my own thoughts, understanding how devastated Cercei was at discovering the truth.

“She might unleash chaos,” I predicted. Her anger could be aimed at everyone involved in hiding the truth from her, possibly even directed at me. She had just started to trust me recently, and this revelation shattered that foundation.

“You should inform Emilia without delay; she’s the one who can provide explanations to her daughter,” Frank’s advice was indeed sensible.

I was hesitant to interrupt Emilia’s mission, but Frank’s advice was brilliant. Cercei deserves an explanation, a deep understanding that only her mother could provide.

In this critical moment, Emilia’s presence is important. As much as I’d want to be the one providing comfort by her side, I knew she wouldn’t be pleased to see me. It was the sad truth I’d accepted. I would probably feel the same way if I were in her position.

Yet, I had to do it, and I had to protect her from the truth. It wasn’t my place to reveal them, and I had no right to do it. I deeply disdain Remus, and I want to destroy everything associated with him except Cercei.

I can destroy everything except my beloved woman. I’ll give her as much time as possible without making it seem like I’m avoiding her.

“And what of her?” He gestured towards Vienna.

“She’s done enough,” I responded casually. Since she arrived, I’ve been working to crack her intentions, attempting to understand why she endured everything thrown at her. However, I became distracted as I spent more time with Cercei.

But now I understand. This was her goal from the start, to reveal the truth to Cercei. Her motives behind it? To witness her crumble, to drive a wedge between us, to divert our attention, or perhaps she’s also wounded by the truth. After all, her beloved father, the man she respects and admires, is a rapist.

Remus possesses a multitude of characteristics, but nobility is not among them. I suppose his evil deeds aren’t something so surprising, yet they still carry a dramatic element.

Thus, I don’t blame Emilia if she wants to be the one snapping his neck. Once we got his hands, she could have her little fun with them, but I will be the one who’ll send him to hell.

“You plan to kick Vienna immediately?” He asked once more. That is a brilliant suggestion.

“The moment she opens her eyes, I will,” I confirmed.

“What about Cercei?” Frank inquired.

“What about her?” I countered.

“Do you think she’ll want that?” Frank interjected abruptly.

“Well, she certainly gave her a good beating,” I chuckled. She was indeed my woman. I’ve always known she had more than what she allowed people to see. She’s powerful, and she’s untamed when it comes to fighting. The moment she learns to control it, she’d be unstoppable.

“And she lost consciousness while repeating ‘I’m sorry’,” Frank reiterated. His point is valid. Cercei has consistently shown compassion, and I’m certain this isn’t something she’d wanted. Even if she holds resentment towards Vienna and doesn’t acknowledge her as a sibling, she wouldn’t want me to cast her half-sibling onto the streets in a vulnerable state.

“We’ll see when she wakes up,” I’ll let her decide everything.

Suddenly, Frank chuckled. I looked at him in confusion, brows furrowing.

“What makes you laugh, huh?” I glared at him.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Your girlfriend just collapsed from guilt after nearly killing someone, and you’re standing here proud of what she did?” Frank snapped at me, grinning.

“I could hardly contain my admiration; her behavior was truly remarkable,” I admitted with a smile. Frank shook his head in exasperation.

“Smitten fucker,” He mumbled.

“I’m certain you’d respond similarly if it were Maria,” I remarked. He stared at me, taken aback. I smirked. Yes, I’m aware of your little affair, you fucker.

“Smitten fucker,” I echoed his mutter with a smirk. He simply shot me a sharp glance.