บททั้งหมดของ Morrigan: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Dusk came, and Morrigan sat on her bed unmoving. Her eyes are bloodshot from all her pleas and cries. Still traumatized and pondering about the things that happened to her. Her hand holding the cold locket close to her chest. Sitting there with half of her bare body exposed to the cold morning air. Every part of her body was marked by what happened last night. From scratches to bruises, up to marks that are trickled all over her neck down her chest. Her wrist was red from when Mathias bound her on her bed frame. Morrigan heaved a sigh. Hauling the blankets she could grab, covering her body helplessly as dusk approaches. Knowing that any moment someone will find out what happened to her. Preparing herself to be ostracized by their slanderous mouths. Her tears streaming down her face incessantly just by the thought of the news that her innocence was taken away even before matrimony. She was disgusted by herself but a growing abhorrence towards Mathias is ev

Morrigan's footsteps are light as she strides gracefully and silently in the hallway of the palace to the east side of the palace where the Prince Regent and Mathias stay. Her bare foot touching the cold marble floor as the sky lit up occasionally by the threatening storm. Her face was covered with a black veil hiding her identity. Only her beautiful eyes void of life tells the silent agony that she had kept within her. Her hair sways at every step of hers. This is the right time to exact her revenge. Her hand grips the dagger in her hand as her silent footsteps come in contact with the cold floor. The roaring thunder and the lightning illuminating the palace's dark hallway, casting a shadow on her face. Her eyes are cold and ruthless, decisive even that one would know what is running in her mind. The scene of a woman dressed in black walking silently in the hallway is a sinister scene one would not want to see.   The hallway has no guards for the threatening th

After the thunderstorm that shook the grounds of Hymir, leaving the kingdom damp. With puddles of mud and waters on its streets and excavations. The news of the Prince Regent's and the foreign prince's deaths spread high and low across the kingdom. Along with the night of roaring thunders and the frightening flashes of lightning, that same night was the gruesome death of the most respected gentlemen in the kingdom. An assassin had broken into the palace, as the people around the kingdom cower in fear of the approaching storm that would wreak havoc to the nation. Welcoming the daybreak with the loud resounding gongs and ringing of palace bells declaring the death of someone of high position in the kingdom.   The news immediately raised concerns and suspicions, pointing everything to the princess who seemed to have escaped another assassination attempt from the people who had repeatedly broken into the palace to eradicate the royal family. The citizens raised thei

Screams and a mixture of panicking voices inside the crown princess' chamber echoed all over the room and to the hall of the west wing of the palace. With guards dispersed at a safe distance to ensure the privacy of the princess and the women inside the room. All of them are deeply panicking as they see how the maids and servants run the long hall. Even the screams of the princess pierce their ears in a manner that it'll make one's hair rise. It was the day everyone is preparing for aside for the coronation of the crown princess. It is the time for Morrigan's child to be born in this world. Maids and midwives prayed for Fiachra's guidance for the safe delivery of the child and the safety of the mother's life.   Morrigan who was blessed with a royal heir at such young age, delivering a child will be too difficult for her fragile body. With her petite frame, and her already sensitive pregnancy one would only hope for the best of survival for both mother and child.

The dawn approaches a new beginning. It's the day for Morrigan's new chapter to unravel. Her eyes gaze at the whole kingdom from the highest peak of the palace. Drowning herself to the scenery her motherland offers her. Watching as far as to where her eyes could stretch. Beyond the palace walls. Beyond from the divider she has between the common people and hers. She watches as the new day for the citizens of Hymir greets them. The warmth of the sun slowly caressing the cold skins of the citizens below her as they started to flock the streets. The streets below her are adorned with colorful banners, people walk close to the gates of the palace offering flowers, if not prayers for the princess. For the future of the country, and prosperity as a new queen is now to be crowned. Some people and musicians singing folklore about the country to celebrate a new reign that will begin on that day. It was festive, full of life. Unlike the eyes of the crown princess who was watching them from af