All Chapters of In the Grip of king Roderick : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The scene shifted The tension in the air is palpable. The icy yet warm dangerous sensation danced into the room. Erick's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Why are you not eating the food?" his eyes were all over his menacing glimpse literally threatening her in most Treacherous way indeed his vicious and murderous gaze made her frightened and made her palus quicken certainly his grayish eyes were dreamy but right now they held rage and dominance which surly made Cynthiya nervous and intimidated but still she not someone who bow in front of someone this much easily, she bow her eyes for sec bring a slight smirk across Ericks side lip he thought she yield in front of him Cynthia's response was unyielding, her defiance ringing loud and clear. "Because I'm not interested in your food, either in your castle or in your nasty room." Hearing that erick went astonished and in total Disbelief as his whole chamber is one of the most lavish chamber in the entire castle; every p

INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING Cynthia sits on the couch, her face buried in her hands, clearly overwhelmed by the events of the day. The room is dimly lit, and a sense of tension hangs in the air. Sylivan, notices Cynthia's distress and gently approaches her."Cynthia, is something troubling you?" Sylivan asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern. The dimly lit room cast shadows that seemed to dance across his face as he waited for her response.Cynthia took a deep breath and let out a soft, contemplative hum in response to his question. It was as if she were trying to find the right words to express the turmoil within her."My dear," Sylivan began, as he sit beside her leaning in closer to her, "would you mind sharing what's on your mind? You know you can confide in me."Cynthia's eyes met his, and for a moment, they were pools of uncertainty. She hesitated, feeling a weight pressing upon her chest."Sylivan, it's just... I don't like being here," she finally admitted, her voice q

Cynthia: (gazing at the garden) It's been so long since I've been able to simply enjoy nature like this.Kamila: (smiling) Nature has a way of bringing peace to the soul. Sometimes, we all need a respite from the demands of our daily lives.Cynthia: (reflecting) Yes, I've been feeling suffocated lately, like I'm trapped in a golden cage.Kamila: (compassionate) I can only imagine the weight of Being king love interest, Miss Cynthia. But remember, even within those walls, there are moments of freedom to be found.Cynthia: (thoughtful) Do you ever feel trapped, Kamila? Kamila: (pausing) Sometimes, yes. We all have our own challenges to face. But I believe that even in the most difficult situations, there's a choice we can make – the choice to seek our own path.Cynthia: (intrigued) What brought you here, Kamila? To the palace, I mean.Kamila: (softly) Life led me here, as it often does. I've always had a love for plants and the healing power of nature. When I heard of an opportunity to

The royal jungle, with its breathtaking beauty and lush expanse, was a realm of wonder that stretched out before Cynthia and Kamila as far as the eye could see. As they ventured deeper into this verdant sanctuary, the environment unfolded in a symphony of colors, scents, and sounds that awakened the senses and captured the imagination.The towering trees, some ancient giants, stood sentinel-like, their gnarled trunks wrapped in thick layers of ivy and moss. Sunlight, filtered through the dense canopy above, painted the forest floor with an intricate tapestry of light and shadow. Shafts of golden radiance pierced through the leaves, creating a mesmerizing interplay of illumination that danced with each sway of the foliage.The air was alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming orchids, their vibrant hues contrasting with the emerald backdrop of the jungle. Exotic butterflies, their wings adorned with intricate patterns, fluttered gracefully among the blossoms, adding a vivid kaleidosco

Kamila grew increasingly uneasy as Cynthia and Kamila travelled further into the royal jungle. She was aware that they were getting close to the area of the jungle that Erick’s, trusted royal guards, had made it absolutely impossible for anybody to enter. But she also realised that now was a crucial time since she had to carry out what Salena had commanded. Kamila's jaw clenched, her eyes widening in alarm as she spotted the royal guards. She paused, turning to Cynthia, her irritation evident. "Cynthia," she began urgently, "there's something I must do, something important. I'll need to create a distraction with the guards. You go ahead into the jungle, and I'll meet you there. Just wait for me, alright?"Cynthia, surprised but trusting Kamila's judgement, nodded in agreement. "Okay," she replied, her voice shaky. "But please, don't take too long. I'm not feeling well, and the cold is starting to get to me."Kamila nodded, determination in her eyes. She stealthily moved into the den