"Close the gates!! "Close the fucking gates!! It was the watcher on the high towers screaming. "Ring the bells! Ring the bells; they are coming! His voice was so loud. There was confusion and fear as the bellman stared, making his way to the high tower. The drunk fool was using himself at a nearby gutter; he reeked of alcohol. He climbed to the tower of the bell and started ringing it. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell jingled, and the noise woke up the whole village. "What is happening? What is going on? The people began to whisper to themselves. It was very early in the morning. The morning dew was still pouring like snow, and the cold breeze blew. The cocks were yet to crow, and the kingdom of Decreash was still fast asleep. "War! War! The watchman screamed as he looked ahead from where he was standing at the high tower, which was located at the outskirts of the city. The bannermen from Canna with thousands of soldiers were lurching forward, like
Jazell had both her hands crossed behind her, the night breeze swaying her short blonde hair, and her blue crystal eyes glistening under the reflection of the fire touch in the room as she walked side by side with Josiah. Josiah was a sly man; he was among the small council. A man who was always neutral always liked to be on the winning side; as such, he was given the name the sneaky cat. "You haven't congratulated Queen Tamina." Josiah started off as they walked down the dark hallway of the enormous castle. The corridor had open windows; when the wind blows, the fire touches on the wall and dances to its rhythm. Jazell's gaze was icy, like a brewing snowball. "I will…." She started off with her throat dry. "When the time is right." She added, her footsteps slow and precise. Every step kissing the cold floor and echoing in the dark night. "I came here to ask for a favor, but I believe you might need someone to talk to. Someone who knows their way around the polit
"Careful, my lady." The maid said as they helped Tamina into the steamy water. Tamina's red hair was let down as she positioned herself into the steaming bathtub. Her fair skin was radiating under the reflection of the candlelight. "You should tell the king your condition is not getting any better." Celin, her personal maid, said. "Oh, fuck the king; he did this to me, and now I can't even sleep properly." Tamina said, and Celin gasped at her bashful words. "Relax, you are tense." Celin said as she began to sponge her skin, How long does it take?" Tamina asked, peering into the maid's eye. Usually nine months; could be more." She said, smiling faintly. "I will have this thing in me for nine months! Tamina was petrified. Don't scream. My lady. You have tried to conceal your pregnancy for a long while now; do you not want to throw all your efforts away? If the other queens know, they will start plotting." Celin warned, and Tamina hissed. "It is this baby's fault;
Her lips were dried, her hair disheveled, and she made her way outside, as the windy breeze blew all the clothes on the drape to the ground. "Get in, Joya; it is going to rain." Her mother screams, standing at the doorstep of a detached house, her apron soiled with food. Joya only increased her zeal; the rain was already drizzling, but she endured a little. She finally makes her way into the house with her hand holding on to the clothes. "The stew smells nice, Mother." She said as she dashed into the inner room, she dropped the clothes on a worn-out chair and joined her mother in the kitchen. "How long are we going to remain in the wilderness? Joya had an authoritative voice, like a dominant queen. "Until we gather up more food to continue our journey. "Where are we going?" Joya asked, taking the dead rabbit on the floor in the corner in her hand, she snapped the neck off and slowly peeled the skin. "I do not have a precise idea." "So we venture into the wilds,
It was night, the hour of the owls. Insects chirped, and bats flapped their wings. The open field was occupied with hundreds of pitched tents spreading out to as far as the extreme end of the eastern wing of the field. There was a tent that stood out among all the tents; it belonged to Yumi. There were low sexual moans coming from the tent. The small oil lamp in the tent was dim but still enough for them to see each other's faces. "Umm! Ahhh! Yumi moaned as Viran banged her from behind, her body following the rhythm of his thrust. Her breast slapping against her bare body, her hands clutching the bedsheet. The sweat on their body glistened as the candle reflected on them and cast a blurry shadow on the tent walls. Yumi was gasping breathlessly when they fell beside each other on the comfortable mat, which was layered with bedding. Their chests rising and falling as they tilted their heads to gaze at each other, the feeling of fulfilled desires showing in their
A knock came on Micah's chamber in the middle of the night. Micah turned in her bed. "My lady, Lady Berth is here to see you." A guard announced, and Micah rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Berth? Let her in! She screamed the last sentence loud enough for the guard to hear. She had barely said those words when Berth barged into the room. Tears trailing down her cheeks. Micah was stunned…. "You have to stop him, Micah. I… can't do it. I can't spend my life with a man I know nothing about." Berth's face was innocent, her tears genuine. Micah could only watch as her sister sat beside her and cried her eyes out. "He wants to give me away to the duke." Berth sniffed as she laid her head on Micah's lap. "And…?" Came Micah's voice. "That's already horrible enough; what else do you want me to say?" Berth sounded frustrated. Micah was quiet for some seconds. "Why do you have a problem getting married to the duke? He is rich, wealthy… "He is not the king! He doesn