“Hold him still,” Vera Angelo said as she held the King who was convulsing uncontrollably. White foamy saliva was pouring out from his mouth, and his eyes were closed. The guards in the room had placed him on the table, pinning his convulsing body to the wood.
Abigail burst through the crowd and hurried to her father, but a hand pulled her back, she turned her eyes to the face of Gilman, who held her and was smiling quietly at her.
“Let go!” She shouted, tried to struggle, but the old hands were strong and glowed with strength compared to her. For a man his age, Abi could not easily hope for the grip to be released. However, she is still a princess that has the right to demand!
“No passage until the search is over,” The man’s deep voice said. Abigail could not believe what she was hearing. How dare this man treat her as if she was not the Princess?! But could she blame them? The situation was really urgent as it involves the health of the King. After all, they were looking for the one who had caused him to be sick.She was just mad that the way the guards were looking and treating her was as if she could even harm her father. “The Queen has sent us to bring something from the chambers, something that would aid the s
Zita looked at Abigail with hope. She was still kneeling when she asked, “Do you believe me?” Abigail shook her head, and the spoke tiredly, “I don’t know, but I know you are not a killer.”Zita was on her feet, with relief spreading out across her face. “Thank you… Thank you so much for trusting me…” She said tears are running down her eyes, but she was smiling brightly. “We must find a way to correct this,” Abigail waved her hand dismissively. She was still trying to figure out what was going on. She went toward her bed and sat on it, despite wanting to just hide under the sheets.
“Ab…gail. Let’s go back to the palace.” Zita said from behind. She had a bad feeling about this. How could something that could hold life good? But Abigail ignored her. “Zita,” She called “what is the in a woman’s body that can hold life in its hand.”“I…I…do.. don't know,” Zita said“I think you do,” Abigail turned to the girl, and said seriously, “you are smart and wise and have things that I can never have. Please, think, let me save your life.”
The city was not what he had expected it to be with the dusty road and buildings made out of mud and straw. He had thought it would be more beautiful like the other Kingdom—Arkenta—which he had visited some months ago, but the reality could never be compared with imagination. Bola crossed the street and grimaced when he saw a wooden pane that was on a building, and was displaying two cups that had wine spilling from their mouth.The inn was not far from the market as the trader’s fingers had made them appear. It was just a few miles away. Standing on the entrance Bola could feel all his limbs begging him to go in and have the best sleep ever. It was an invitation which h
“No one knows,” the man said and gave Bola his food. He was rearranging the wine on the shelf to meet the order the taskmasters had placed on them.Bola carried his bowl of bread and mutton and sat on one of the empty tables, at the end closed to the wall. The men on the other end were still whispering among themselves, and Bola wished deep down that he could unveil what they were talking about. He shifted uneasily when one of the men from one of the tables lifted his eyes towards him, as if looking down on him. There was no smile on the man’s face, even as his eyes left Bola back to his company. Bola swallowed the first bite and gulped them down with a glass of chilled
“They would say it’s a foolish and stupid thing for a girl to do, but it’s my decision anyway.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders. Bola held her by the jacket and pushed her back to the chair.He then shook his head, “Don’t you know that the Watchers do not have any family of their own, these people battle demons all their lives, they put their lives in danger to protect the people on this side of the wall. Is that the type of life you want to lead?” Bola asked seriously. He did not add the fact that if a Watcher had a child, one would be heavily punished. Their whole like must be dedicated to the emperor alone. “You smeared my cloth wi
He swallowed the sorrow, using all his energy to keep his mind from going back to that night when the taskmaster had murdered his family in cold blood.“I am sorry to hear that,” Vera replied sadly. Her voice could not hide the lace of pity that Ginika always despise. “I need air,” He muttered as he wiped his eyes and walked towards the door. Ginika felt suffocated and could not stay in the room. At the moment, he especially felt like shouting or destroying something. Before, he was so busy running away for his life before the recent death of his family had fully sunk it.
“Now,” The man continued, “Each of you has been given a small portion of this fluid.” The white Vesslars—the women in white armor—jumped down from their horses and stood before the girls among the children.“If you are a Drudge, indicate now, because the fluid will kill you if you take it,” His threats hung on the air for some time, until a boy walked out slowly. As if that was a signal, others followed him, both boys and girls alike. There were about fifteen of them in total, and all dressed in fine clothes.“Good, you did well.” The man smiled, “The Watcher is not meant for Drudge” The rest of the children laughed at the slaves. Ginika’s face twitched as his eyes widen with a heat that ma