The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 120

Aurora's POV

"Please, help me with the yellow top," I said to Anna, pointing to a dress hanging in the wardrobe.

She went over to get it as I put the last of the clothes into my bag, except the one she went to get. "Here it is," she said, handing it over to me as I folded it and put it into my bag. Then I zipped it up and was ready to go.

"You look so beautiful, ma'am," Anna complimented me, and it somehow brought a smile to my face as I deeply appreciated it, especially because it was heartfelt.

"Thank you," I said to her, before picking up my bag to leave the room but she stopped me.

"I'll help you with that, ma'am," she said, grabbing the bag from my hands and standing just behind me.

I nodded in appreciation and then walked out of the room with Anna, walking closely behind, holding onto my bag.

As we got outside, I saw that the carriage was already there and Alpha Bane stood outside, waiting for me to arrive as he bid farewell to his father.

"There she is," he said as soon as he sighted me. "We've been waiting for you for quite a while now."

"I didn't know you were going to be out here so early," I laughed. "I'd have thought against taking my time."

"It's alright," he said to me as I got close to him. Then he planted a kiss on both cheeks and then on my lips. "I'm just glad you're here now."

I turned to his father and bowed in respect. "Greetings, Princess Aurora," he responded. "May the goddess be with you both as you go to your Pack to meet your parents."

"May it be so," I affirmed and then turned around to get into the carriage.

Anna walked ahead of me and dropped my bag at the area where Alpha Bane's bag also was and then she turned and stood right next to the carriage.

As I fixed my gaze on her, she looked like she was about to cry. In the few days that we had spent together, she had grown an attachment to me and I too was very fond of her.

"I'm going to miss you, Princess," she said to me, a bit teary-eyed.

It caught the attention of Alpha Bane, who stopped to look at her in shock. He must have wondered what made the maid get so bold to freely express herself in that manner before me. It was love; the love that we both shared.

She did all in her power to make me happy and comfortable, without looking upset or frowning her face because she was forced to do it. She was more than happy to do things for me and I also always treated her gently and with respect, as I did with the other maids. It seemed she was the only one who appreciated it and I loved her even more for that.