Chapter 120 Brix
Perhaps he could meet Alpha Zion alongside the Alpha King and sort out the confusion together. After all, no official announcement had been made about the Princess’s return, and this supposed sighting might very well be a mistake or a case of misidentification.
At least, that’s what he assumed—completely unaware of how wrong he was.
When the border patrol members arrived at Alpha Zion’s side and paid their respects, they immediately took positions on either side of his entourage to escort them to the Royal Capital.
As they approached the gates, the guards stationed atop the walls caught sight of Claire and her golden hair. Their gazes were fixed on her, as if they were observing a rare creature in a zoo. Earlier, they had hastily shut the gates upon hearing the border patrol’s battlehorn, fearing a large-scale attack—understandable, given the eastern gate’s proximity to the earlier clash with the Rogues, which caught a lot of attention.
As they drew nearer to the middle section of the capital, Claire could feel more eyes settling on her. She straightened her back, but her nerves were frayed, like someone walking toward the guillotine, awaiting execution. It felt as though her web of lies was on the verge of unraveling.
Instead of feeling elevated by the attention—admired as the long-lost princess—her heart clenched, and for a moment, she thought she might faint. But then she reminded herself: the princess had been missing for six years. Most of these people likely had no idea what the princess even looked like.
That was the very reason the Alpha King and Queen had worked so hard to shield the Royal Princess’s identity. The Royal Princess had always carried out her duties in secret, and only tales of her heroic deeds had spread among the people.
But then again, what would Claire do when she finally came face-to-face with the royal family? She had managed to maintain her lie for three long years, carefully hiding the truth as she worked toward becoming Alpha Zion’s Luna.
Yet Alpha Zion had proven far more difficult to win over than she ever anticipated—three years of effort, and still, she had failed. Now, she was out of options. The closer they drew to the Royal Palace, the paler her face became. Her body trembled with dread, already haunted by visions of being executed for impersonating the princess.
Why didn’t she run, you ask? Oh, she tried—more than a dozen times on their way to the Royal Capital. But every attempt ended in failure. She could never outrun Zion’s elite warriors, let alone Zion himself. After all, while they were enduring brutal training day after day, Claire had been living in luxury—pampered, adored, and treated like royalty. She had everything she could ask for... except Zion’s attention, his heart, or his body.
Years of indulgence had dulled her senses and softened her body. Her once-sharp instincts had faded, her strength diminished, and even her muscles had weakened slightly, giving her the fragile appearance of a flower. She didn’t look like a warrior princess, instead, she’s more like a caged canary, or a delicate bloom kept too long in a greenhouse.
She could never get far. Zion’s party had senses so sharp, they noticed the moment she wandered too far from where she was allowed to be—even if she claimed she was just going to wash up.