Lahat ng Kabanata ng In the Grip of king Roderick : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Selena sat cross-legged on her bed, her room adorned with soft hues of lavender and silver. The room was a sanctuary of comfort and solitude, a place where her thoughts could roam freely without judgment. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the scene.In the hushed tranquility of her room, Selena's mind wandered into the realm of her aspirations. She looked out of the window, where stars adorned the night sky like diamonds on velvet. Her gaze fixed on a single star that seemed to shine brighter than the rest, almost as if it held a special message just for her."One day," she whispered to herself, her voice carrying a mixture of determination and longing. "One day, I'm going to marry Roberrick and become a queen."Her heart raced as she uttered those words aloud, the dream that had been silently nurtured in her heart now given voice. The mere thought of Roberrick, the dashing young man who had captured not only her attention but the imaginations of the en

"Oh, you're becoming quite dull now.,""My apologies. Next time, I promise to approach it with more enthusiasm.,"As she slid her arm through the sleeves of her clothing, she casually added..."Is there a reason for today's lackluster performance?""I-I, um, I'm just really exhausted and hungry, so I couldn't give my best."I see.Well, if you'd be kind enough to provide me with a satisfying meal, then perhaps I'll be in the mood to indulge your desires as much as you wish.Hmmm, I'll consider your proposal.With her attire back in place, she left the room, a sense of mystery and anticipation lingering in the air.

In the quiet hours of the night, Roberick returned to his dimly lit chamber, the weight of his responsibilities and the intrigues of the court still fresh in his mind. As he entered, his eyes were drawn to the figure lying serenely on his bed. It was Cynthia, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of peaceful slumber. The soft glow of candlelight painted a warm, amber hue over her features, accentuating her delicate beauty. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, and her long lashes cast gentle shadows on her cheeks. She looked so vulnerable, so different from the strong-willed woman he often saw in court. Roberick couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, his heart swelling with a mixture of affection and protectiveness. He approached the bed with silent steps, careful not to disturb her. Gently, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch feather-light. Cynthia stirred slightly, her lips curling into a contented smile as if she could sense his prese

Chapter 77 Kana moved with an ethereal grace through the labyrinthine passages of the castle, her presence a calming force amidst the bustling chaos that often enveloped its halls. Her onyx hair flowed like a liquid nightfall, a cascade of darkness that whispered secrets only the stars could comprehend. Her eyes, a deep almond shape, held a tranquil wisdom, an ancient understanding of the world that seemed to transcend her youthful countenance. There was something inherently serene about Kana, an inner peace that beckoned to those who crossed her path. Her aura was like a gentle breeze on a scorching day, a refuge for the weary souls that sought solace in her presence. As she wandered along the sinuous corridors, her thoughts danced like leaves on a tranquil river. Each step resonated with the quiet rhythm of her heart, and Kana reveled in the profound simplicity of the moment. She was a part of the world, and the world was a part of her. The distant laughter of children playing in

As Roberick entered In the dimly lit chamber, he was welcomed with a intense Sneeze which belongs to cynthia Roberick simply shook his head and held a delicate porcelain cup filled with a potion that glimmered with an otherworldly glow. The room was awash with shadows, casting an aura of mystique around the scene. Cynthia eyes were fixed on the cup in Roberick's hand. "Little Dove," Roberick's voice was tender yet firm, "why its still full?" Cynthia's brows furrowed in uncertainty. She had always been averse to medicines, their bitter taste leaving an unpleasant sensation in her mouth. She hesitated, her gaze flickering from Roberick to the cup. Roberick leaned closer, his fingers gently grazing her chin as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. "Please, why don't you just take it," he implored, his eyes reflecting genuine concern, "this is for your own good. You must trust me on this." Cynthia's heart wavered as she looked into his eyes. His sincerity was evident, and it touched