บททั้งหมดของ Thirst of power : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"It's impossible! "a voice intruppted his roar. "he's your elder brother! The rightful heir of the kingdom. "He turned around furious. His eyes glowing red and his hands itching to silence that voice forever. "The king would never choose you as his heir! "'Now that's enough! ' his rugged fingers from fighting many a wars now gripped the handle to his sword. 'He had had enough of this unruly man.'"prince Chandra! "Afraid that he had to witness another bloodbath tonight in front of his eyes, the minister spoke up. "You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore. "A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already. Had no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head is disjunctioned from the rest of his b

The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays. -Francis BaconLaying with his eyes open, he analyzed his situation. His options...there pros and cons. And he had barely closed his eyes when the dawn broke, the first rays of sun infiltrating through the curtains of his private chamber, bathing the large room in a golden glory.'It was another starting! 'But what a foul way of starting the day when the first thing you notice is your mistake of last night? Forcefully closing his eyes, he laid back on the bed like a dead rat waiting for the woman beside him on the bed to leave. And she did! But not before she ran those soft long fingers through his messy locks. He internally cringed. No! He wasn't disgusted at her touch but he was disgusted at himself for doing what he did last night. Taking the innocence of that girl was not in his plans. It was a crime on his part because while the woman solely wanted to be with him for t

You have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.-Madeline L'Engle~♡~♡~This evening seemed different than any other evening she had seen in her nineteen years of life. Her home looked more beautiful than she had ever seen it, bathed in golden grandeur, the aura that spoke of wealth, power and elegance all at the same time.Tonight there was not a corner left in darkness. Not an inch of palace that wasn't glowing in the fire litten golden lanterns, hanging in every corridors and rooms and hallways along with the strings of Jasmine and roses covering the walls and ceilings rivaling with those of the most exotic of perfumes in the country.Tonight when every part of the cold, white marble was hidden under the best of Persian rugs and carpets and every pillar had paired silken drapery around them. The villa no more looked like the cold, empty house that she had resided in, throughout her life with her father.The interior was far from old despite the freezing temperatu

 A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband. -Michael de MontaigneThe swift wind passing around them did nothing but to increase her palpitations and chill for two reasons so far. One, that the horse was galloping at a break neck speed inside so thick a forest within blind darkness that at each turn Devika feared that they were going to smash straight into a tree. And for the second and the major factor for her discomfort were two rough strong hands and a warm hard chest that was eating away her sanity. Her breath fell in pants, each time he pulled the reins of the horse, almost deliberately brushing across her bare skin of waist. And THAT was making her increasingly uneasy. They rode so fast that the others were left far-far behind because she could no more hear the gallops of other horses. And after what felt like eons later the torture finally stopped as he kicked the side of the horse and with a soft neigh it came to a complete standstill. It was a

 I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.-Tom StoppardShe was still in her wedding attire except the fact that she had gotten rid of the jewels and golds. Leaving those precious pieces of stones for the hungry prince. 'Perhaps he could buy another mattress with this!'she had scoffed taking out her strings of pearls and depositing them in a corner. She would never see them again because she would not be coming back. For now the bandage over her head would have to do as her new adornment. Rubbing her face vigorously after splashing a cauldron of water, her fingers stopped short by the towel lying beside. She looked at it for the second time, although it looked clean but she could only imagine how frequently these men wash their towels now that she had seen the dirty laundry of the prince himself. So she decided better. With a corner of her veil she patted her skin dry. She had no mirror or comb and she wasn't going to ask for one hence, not botheri