Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alliah's Fight For Her Heart, and Her Kingdom: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

        The room danced and swayed sporatically as I laid limp in Nicklos's hands. I didn't have the energy or will to fight off the drug any more as it continued to move like molases through my veins. Every shift or slight touch from Nicklos and a spark of desire spurred through me like a whild thorough bred horse. All I wanted to do was release this built up tension between my legs, and get rid of the heat coursing through my body. I felt like my head had been submerged underwater. My eyes where so out of focus, that I couldn't really make anything out in the room. It just continued to sway and blend all together, like one giant red and gold flaked blob.             I groaned and shut my eyes, hoping that I could come to my senses if I just focused on what little coherent thought I had left. But as soon as my back touched, what I assumed was the comforter of the bed, my body was up in flames. My heart started t

            My head whipped up from the desk and papers to stare at Uriah. He was hiding in the shadows of closet, a menacing and lurking shadow. I watched as he slowly emerged from the closet, a wide and evil smile on his face. I growled angrily and placed my hand on the hilt of my sword. He was becoming the over growing pain in my side. I know it was Nathanial who shot the arrow that ended up in Alliah's leg, but he was the main reason that she ended up hurt anyway. I almost lost her because of these two bastards, I won't let them soon forget.                "Calm down, I am only here to talk. Believe it or not, you and I are on the same side." Uriah's smug look didn't disappear as he walked towards the desk. His hand reached inside his black cloak and pulled out a stack of papers. Dropping them nonchalantly on the desk, he pushed them towards me. He patted a finger on the pile of papers and pull

         Six months I have been training for field work. I was barely even close to graduating, and now here I am. Sitting in the enemy territory with little experience on sneaking around. I wasn't the best for remaining unseen. Anytime I snuck out of the Kingdom, father would always catch me. I was even caught on the last excursion to find the bandits. It was the first time I had ever met her Majesty. I thought she would give me a verbal whipping for sneaking out on to missions before my graduation, but to my surprise she remained docile.          When I offered to go along in my father's stead, I didn't think that this journey would be this perilous. I mostly just wanted to get back at Emmanuel for hurting my father. But it turned into more than that. My best friend is dead, my other friend is a traitorous, and my future Queen has her family's secret history to shoulder. Princess Alliah has become quite tired w

            "I am not going to help you, so you might as well kill me already you stupid woman." Maxwell groaned angrily. You could sense the defeat in his tone as he spoke, like a man who was ready to just give up. I gingerly approached the gate door, kneeling down to his level and hoping he would recognize me. I wrapped my fingers around the cold wrought iron and giggled it slightly, testing the weakness of the gate. Unfortunately it didn't budge.               "Maxwell, it's Michael. The Princess sent out a small team to rescue you. It hasn't been an easy journey, but we are here now so don't worry." I said jiggling the door once more. There was a dark and weak chuckle that radiated from Maxwell.                "Don't bother Michael, I am far to weak to be escorted out safely. You would be killed because of me. Laylia that bitch has been to

          Whilst rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wobbled down the stairs like an infant toddler. I hadn't completely woken up yet and I don't think I was fully recovered from yesterday's endeavor. Honestly, from looking at the rest of the crew, I don't think they would agree either. On the couches laid an exhausted looking Micheal. His head was lulled to one side, mouth slightly popped open with a small sliver of drool coming out. It oozed out in a small stream of clear liquid spittle. He had somehow managed to fall asleep with his arms crossed over his chest. One of the very few men that I have met that doesn't snore like a loud fog horn.             Seria had two big black and saggy bags under her eyes as she laid passed out on Micheal's lap. Her arms where crossed over each other upon his lap, making a makeshift pillow out of her own muscle and flesh. Her body was a straight as a board until you came u