Semua Bab ROYAL BLOOD: Bab 1 - Bab 10

꧁࿐DECREASH࿐꧂ The only sound that followed Ryalyn into the depths of the royal dungeon was the steady clatter of armor. The guards shifted with every step, their boots striking against the cold stone floor as they dragged her through the narrow passageway. Torchlight flickered across the damp walls, casting long shadows that twisted and danced like ghosts of the past. At the final gate, the guards threw the heavy iron doors open. The rusted hinges let out a long, tortured groan that echoed through the dungeon before they thrust Ryalyn inside. The moment she crossed the threshold, the iron bars came crashing shut behind her, and the lock was sealed. She stood there in silence for a moment, her fingers curling slightly at her sides as she glared at the men who had once bowed before her. Men who had worn her crest upon their armor, men who had carried out her orders without question. Now, they stood before her as nothing more than her captors. “Which of you bears the name Se

CANNA ༺♥༻༺♥༻ Yumi raised her slender fingers to the finely carved necklace resting upon her collar, marking the third time she had brought her fingers to her neck. It was a subtle reminder that she was exactly where she needed to be. But if she had a choice, she would have chosen otherwise. Posed on one of the chairs at the head of the long table with the kind of composure that made the whole chamber bend around her, she tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering ahead to the empty chair across the table. Seated right there should be her husband Jether, yet he was nowhere to be found. Not truly lost, but simply ignorant, leaving all the burden for her to shoulder while he withered away under the bodies of women. The council elders sat pinned to their respective ranks around the table, each man taking turns to drown the courtroom with a ceaseless tide of opinions. Each man spoke with smug certainty, mistaking the mere passage of years for acquiring enough wisdom. With every wo

꧁࿐DECREASH࿐꧂ Someone yawned. Someone else cursed under their breath, a pot lid clattered onto the stone floor with a sharp clang, and just like that, the royal kitchens erupted into life. “Who moved the honey?” “I didn’t touch it. Check the lower shelf, no, the other lower…. " “That’s salt, you fool!” A burst of laughter escaped from somewhere near the ovens before being swallowed by the roar of the kitchen. A maid hurried past with a wooden bowl of eggs cradled against her chest. She rounded a corner only to stop short as another servant appeared in front of her. She paused only when another servant blocked her path, both of them shifting left, then right, then left again in a silent argument of movement. “Just go,” the other muttered. “I would if you would choose a side.” With an exasperated huff, they slipped around each other without another word. It was the same every morning. While the royals of the castle were still in deep slumber, the maids were already

"My lady, breakfast is ready. Everyone has been summoned to the dining hall." Tamina's handmaid, Celin, announced with a respectful curtsy. Several other maids attended to Tamina as she prepared for the day. Two of them gently massaged her supple skin with rare oils, while another carefully bathed her with expensive cologne. Her straight red hair was brushed until it fell smoothly across her shoulders, a few strands resting delicately across her face. Her dark, siren-like eyes only heightened the striking beauty she possessed. Even so, none in the palace had ever surpassed the late Queen of Beauty, Katie. After considering several gowns, Tamina finally chose a red dress with a deep V-neckline. Fine lace adorned the fabric, and the color perfectly complemented her fiery hair, giving her an undeniable air of confidence. The gown clung elegantly to her upper body before flaring gracefully from her waist down to her feet. The maids could not help but admire her appearance. Her bro

The hand of the king, Brandon, walked some distance behind Ragaleon as they trailed along the long hallway. The silence was quite deafening, and an unknown tension hovered in the air, mostly due to Ragaleon's cold demeanor. "I heard two of your wives engaged in a game of chess," Brandon said eventually, trying to begin a conversation that might lighten the King's mood. "Jazell was declared the winner." He continued. "Racheal permitted her victory," Ragaleon replied, sounding utterly unconcerned. Brandon stepped closer. "And what makes you so certain?" "Women are complicated, Brandon." Ragaleon said lightly. "You will understand when you finally decide to encounter one, if ever such a day comes." The last sentence was simply out of spite. "I have no such plans for now," Brandon answered, a trace of stubbornness in his voice. Ragaleon slowed and then spoke again. "What are your thoughts about my wives?" Ragaleon questioned as he walked; his long black royal attire enhanc