Reborn as the Blessed Luna

Chapter 3: The Princess is Alive

As I stood in the hallway outside the throne room, my mind whirled with everything I had just declared. I am no longer just Mitchell; I am Lourdes, a woman who had lived a life of power and control. I would not let this new world or these new circumstances dictate who I would become.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I prepared to meet with my father. The chamberlain had gone ahead to announce my arrival, and now I waited, feeling the weight of my decision settle over me. I had to be smart about this. In this world, strength was measured differently than in the boardrooms of my past. Here, it was about more than just intelligence and strategy—it was about physical power, about asserting dominance, about survival.

The double doors to the throne room creaked open, and the chamberlain reappeared, bowing deeply. "His Majesty will see you now, Princess," he said, his voice a mixture of deference and fear.

I nodded, stepping forward with purpose. As I entered the throne room, my eyes scanned the space, taking in the ornate decorations, the heavy velvet drapes, the cold marble floors. It was all so different from the sleek, modern offices I was used to, but I pushed those thoughts aside. I needed to focus on the present, on what lay ahead.

My father sat on a grand throne at the far end of the room, his expression unreadable as he watched me approach. He was a large man, with a commanding presence and a gaze that could cut through steel. I could see the resemblance between us—his dark hair and eyes were mirrored in my own new reflection.

"Mitchell," he greeted me as I came to a stop before him. His voice was deep and authoritative, but I caught a hint of something else—relief, perhaps? It was hard to tell. "I am glad to see you have returned to us."

I inclined my head slightly, keeping my expression neutral. "I am here, Father," I replied. "But I am not the same as I was before."

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to gauge the meaning behind my words. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I have changed," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I have seen things, experienced things that have opened my eyes to the realities of this world. I am not a child anymore. I am ready to take my place as your daughter, as a princess, but I will do so on my own terms."

There was a moment of silence as my father considered my words. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Very well," he said. "If you are truly ready to take on the responsibilities of your position, then you will prove it. Tonight, you will dine with Alpha King Marcus, and you will begin to understand what it means to be a leader, to be a part of this pack."

I bristled at his words, but I kept my composure. "I understand," I said. "And I am ready to prove myself. But I will not be a pawn in anyone's game, not yours and not Alpha King Marcus's."

My father’s lips twitched into a faint smile, perhaps amused by my boldness. "We shall see," he said. "Now, go. Prepare yourself for tonight. There is much to do."

I nodded and turned to leave, my mind racing with the implications of what was to come. As I walked back through the halls of the castle, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I had been given a second chance, a new life in a world full of dangers and challenges. But I was Lourdes, and I would make the most of it.

When I reached my chambers, Nana was waiting for me, her face a mix of concern and impatience. "Your Highness," she said, bowing slightly. "We must prepare you for your meeting with the king. There is much to do."

I nodded, allowing her to lead me into the room. As the maids began to bustle around me, drawing a bath and laying out garments, I felt a surge of frustration. This wasn't who I was—I wasn't some delicate princess to be pampered and dressed up. I was a warrior, a fighter. I needed to be strong, to be ready for whatever lay ahead.

"Nana," I said, my voice firm. "I want everyone out of the bathroom. I need some time alone to think and prepare."

Nana hesitated, clearly taken aback by my request. "But, Your Highness, there is so much to do—"

"I know," I interrupted. "And I will be ready. But I need a moment to myself. Please, just do as I ask."

She nodded reluctantly, clapping her hands to signal the other maids. "We shall wait outside, Princess," she said, giving me a concerned look. "But please, do not take too long. The king does not like to be kept waiting."

As they filed out of the room, I took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over me. I needed this moment, this chance to gather my thoughts and center myself. Moving to the mirror, I examined my reflection, taking in the unfamiliar face that stared back at me. I was still getting used to this body, to the strength and power that I could feel coursing through my veins.

Slowly, I undressed, allowing the cool air to wash over my skin. As I looked at myself, I felt a strange mix of pride and uncertainty. This body was mine now, and I needed to make it my own. I would not let it define me—I would define it.

I spotted a razor on the counter and grabbed it, deciding to take matters into my own hands. If I was going to face this world, I would do so on my terms. I carefully shaved, wincing slightly as I nicked myself a couple of times, but I felt a sense of control returning to me.

Once I was finished, I stepped into the bath, allowing the cool water to soothe my skin. I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift as I considered my next steps. I needed to be smart about this—I couldn’t rush into anything without understanding the dynamics at play. Alpha King Marcus, my father, the pack... they were all players in this game, and I needed to learn the rules.

As I washed, I thought about my past life, about the woman I had been. Lourdes would not back down, would not let fear or uncertainty hold her back. And I would not let this new life change that.

When I was done, I climbed out of the bath and dried off, wrapping a towel around myself as I opened the bathroom door. The maids hurried back in, their hands moving quickly as they began to dress me for the evening. I allowed them to work, my mind focused on the task ahead.

Tonight, I would face Alpha King Marcus. I would learn what I needed to know, and I would make my move. This was my second chance, and I would not let it slip through my fingers.

As the final touches were made, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was dressed in a gown of deep blue, the color of the night sky, and my hair was styled in loose waves. I looked every bit the princess, but I knew that beneath the surface, I was still Lourdes. I was still the woman who had fought her way to the top, who had faced down every challenge and come out stronger on the other side.

I was ready. Ready to face whatever lay ahead, ready to embrace this new life and make it my own. With a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and turned to Nana, nodding to signal that I was ready.

“Lead the way,” I said, my voice steady and confident. “It’s time to see what this world has in store for me.”

As we left my chambers and made our way through the castle, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew one thing for sure: I was ready to face it head-on.

I am Lourdes. I am Mitchell. And I am ready to reclaim my destiny.