บททั้งหมดของ CHOSEN: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

{Ciril’s POV}I had been frozen in my fright— too scared to move.However, someone broke me free— but then that someone ended up being a dead beast with dead flesh and rotten blood. I was slammed hard on the ground and my breath was punched out of me. I cried in pain but then that didn’t matter, as my voice only contributed to the pool of agonizing voices reigning all around me.There were bodies everywhere as the warriors fought off the Ferals that had attacked. It was meant to be the other way around— we attacking them, but thanks to Timtu, we had become the victims.But all that didn’t matter now. What mattered was survival.After my groaning, I opened my eyes and saw the bloody teeth of the Feral, who had speared me to the ground. It was coming swiftly at my head.I screamed and shifted away timely and missed the fangs only by inches. Fortunately for me, the Feral not only missed its attack but also smashed its head into the floorboard in the process. It got stuck.And that bought

{Ivanka’s POV}~ FIVE DAYS AGO ~“My Lady, the Seneschal, how can I be of help to you?” The Hencher Woman asked me now as I slowly roamed my gaze around. It was a pretentious act. The Hencher was really a bloody mess and it irritated me who was even used to blood.— believe me, I’m used to blood.I looked back at the Hencher woman now and gave her a dirty once over. I didn’t like her dress. I didn’t like her face.“Where’s the filth at?” I asked her now and she grew a confused expression. “Mistress. I’m.. I’m confused. Filth?” She muttered while I just stared casually at her.“Yeah. Filth.” I affirmed. “Are you referring to someone, Mistress?” She asked me again and I frowned. “Of course, I’m referring to someone.” I said and I was already tired of her slowness, so I added. “Where’s the filth— Ciril?” I asked clearly and she nodded uncomfortably in understanding. I smiled a bit.“She’s not here, mistress.” She responded. “I can see that! Where is she?” I asked with a harsh volume.

{Ciril’s POV}I was on the ground but I wished to be lower. The crowd of people around us was chattering loudly now. “What?” Prince Landon bawled while the Alpha Queen raced over to her husband. He looked at me and then looked back at Balif, seemingly enraged by his words. He looked confused and tears glossed my eyes seeing him that way. “What sort of joke is this?!” Prince Landon asked with a harsh tone and Balif and the others behind trembled away from him.“It’s.. it’s not a joke, my Prince. The slave girl killed him. She pushed him down from a bad height.” Balif explained shakily and Prince Landon's gaze fell on me after he looked at his father briefly. I was shedding tears now. He looked hurt and very unhappy as he looked at me but mostly he looked confused. He shifted closer to look at the chains that shackled me in place— he looked at it in puzzlement. He was struggling with his belief and I waited for him to look back at my face so that I could help him out— so that I coul

{Ciril’s POV}“I know you didn’t kill the King.. because I killed him.”As Ivanka said those words, I tended and jumped at her, but then the metal frames in between us stopped me harshly. “How could you? How dare you?!” I bawled at her and my voice echoed a bit. I was in a part of the Dungeons that was private and isolated from where the other criminals and scoundrels were kept so it was relatively unoccupied, hence the echoing. I didn’t know why Prince Landon had asked that I be kept separately but apparently now, it was giving Ivanka the leisure to spit out her sins… because she knew no one but me could hear her. She didn’t respond to me so that I grew confused now and stared down at the ground for a moment before I looked back up at her. She was still smiling, unbothered by my drama or reaction.“But.. but how?” I muttered in my confusion, thinking back to that moment. “No one else was there and you were here, at the Palace, so how could you have done it?” I asked, reminding mysel

{Ciril’s POV}For some strange reason, I understood why Princess Anne looked at me. She communicated to me that this was the beginning of the challenge she had spoken to me about. But what is the use of going through challenges when I was about to be killed now? What was the use of telling me I would go through challenges when I was about to be killed during the first one?I looked away from her and stared ahead at the exit to the Throne room. Other than the warriors hauling me roughly away now, there was a crowd around me and they were yelling and demanding for my demise. And then there was the Hencher mistress, still crying and pleading that I be pardoned. She wasn’t going to succeed in that venture— I knew this. But then I was grateful to her for trying.I was grateful to her for always being there for me and caring for me— like a mother. If there was a chance for me to remember someone in the afterlife, she would be the only one I would remember. She and… Anika.My testy gaze fe