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Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 21. Chapter
The shifting chamber still pulsed with heat, the body-warmth of the freshly transformed wolves and the magic of the full moon condensed into one vibrating current. The healer had already sent everyone out; only two remained inside: Alexander and Thalia.The king had watched in silence as the girl fought her way through the painful process of shifting. He saw her body tremble, almost convulse, and he heard that soft, muffled whimper most wolves never make once the transformation is complete. But now, everything was quiet.Thalia lay on the stone floor in her wolf form, her snow-white fur clinging to her trembling body, her green eyes shimmering with exhaustion and pain. Her chest rose and fell quickly, each breath an effort. The trembling wouldn’t stop—her body seemed still to be trying to adjust to the shape the moon had forced on her.Alexander stepped closer. The massive black wolf moved in total silence, yet every motion radiated power. When he reached her, he stopped and lowered h
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 20. Chapter
As the sun slowly set, the atmosphere of the palace changed completely. From the courtyard beyond the window came deep, echoing howls, the people in the corridors moved more quietly than usual, and even the candlelight seemed to flicker with a nervous edge. The air grew thicker; with the approach of the full moon, it felt as though every wall was breathing—slow, heavy breaths, in rhythm with something stirring in their blood.Thalia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands pressed to her knees, watching as the moonlight slid more and more strongly through the gaps in the curtains. Her stomach twisted. She knew what was coming—and she knew it never went smoothly for her. She had always been different. While others shifted easily, with a single movement, hers always came with pain. Her bones obeyed more slowly, her skin resisted the change, and every time she felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside. Her body knew what it had to do, but never truly wanted to do it.The thou
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 19. Chapter
The day began with a strange tension from the early morning on. Thalia couldn’t say exactly what had changed, but everyone in the palace moved differently, spoke differently. In the corridors, instead of the usual chatter, she heard short, hurried instructions; the guards changed shifts more frequently, and the maids carried trays with nervous precision, as if preparing for some kind of examination. There was a barely graspable vibration in the air that made her stomach tighten.Late in the morning, the harem master appeared at her door and informed her that she would have a special assignment that day. He offered no explanation, only said, “prepare for the full moon.” Thalia looked at him in confusion, but did not dare ask questions. The harem master was always measured, yet now he seemed in a hurry — which was rare for him.In the bath, the water was already prepared. Two maids assisted her; usually they did their work in silence, but today they whispered nonstop to each other. Some
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 18. Chapter
Early the next morning, right after the change of the inner guard, the harem steward appeared at Thalia’s door with two subordinates and a scribe. He briefly informed her that the relocation would begin immediately, then, following protocol, they itemized the personal belongings found in her current room — two sets of simple linen clothing, one comb, a bundle of cloth, a tattered notepaper and the card issued by the healer — identified the pendant around her neck, stamped the transfer form, placed everything into an inventory bag, and, positioning her among the escort, set off toward the inner courtyard. At the gate of the harem wing, a designated guard received them and recorded the time of arrival, her new identification mark, and the names of the escort.There was no shouting in the corridors, no jostling; the wing clearly operated according to an established routine. From the gate, a marked path led to her new quarters, which consisted of a small antechamber, a washroom, and a sle
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 17. Chapter
By the next morning, Thalia could no longer delay the decision. She had spent the entire night awake, sitting on the edge of her bed, replaying Alexander’s words over and over again—those cold, measured sentences that offered no loopholes, only two clear paths: either she remained in the healer’s service like any other simple servant, forever under scrutiny, trapped in a web of whispers, mocking glances, and a precarious position, or she stepped into the circle they called the king’s harem—a closed, regulated system where every movement had its order, but at least no one would dare question where she belonged ever again.It was not an easy choice to weigh. One path offered freedom on paper, yet humiliation in daily life. The other meant confinement—but also protection, order, status, and a kind of silence she had been longing for months now—the kind of silence where no one dared speak her name in a corridor, even under their breath.Late in the morning she requested permission from th
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart 16. Chapter
Early the next morning, after the inner guard had changed shift, the harem steward appeared at Thalia’s door with two subordinates and a scribe. He briefly announced that the relocation would begin immediately, then—according to protocol—they itemized the personal belongings found in her current room: two sets of simple linen clothing, one comb, a cloth bundle, a worn note sheet, and the card issued by the healer. They identified the pendant at her neck, stamped the transfer sheet, placed everything into an inventory sack, and set off toward the inner courtyard with Thalia in their escort. At the gate of the harem wing a designated guard received them, recorded the time of arrival, her new identification code, and the names of the accompanying personnel.There was no shouting and no crowding in the corridors; the wing evidently operated according to a well-established routine. From the gate a marked route led to her new quarters, which consisted of a small antechamber, a washroom, and
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