The door to her chambers came into view after so many anticipated walk up the stairs. She opened the door and was already in her wardrobe before the door could finally open. The lever in her closet was easy to locate, and she pulled it down. She and Zita hurried down the tunnel. It was lightened by the touch light of the sun, which sent its beam strolling into the tunnel.“Which way?” Zita asked. “There,” Abigail replied as she pointed, and they hurried towards the open clearing which lead into the city. Abigail knew the place by heart. She had used this route many times to get to away f

“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!

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.

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

“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