Lahat ng Kabanata ng ROYAL BLOOD: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CANNA 20 years ago The stormy weather had proven to be a detriment to the travelers returning to Canna. The snowstorm aggravated overnight, overshadowing the ground and covering a dense space of the kingdom; winter had come without warning and left many stranded. As at nightfall, the weather had worsened, leaving many in a desolated dilemma. Through that bitter storm, a man staggered forward alone. His cloak, once thick enough to guard against winter, now clung to him like a second skin, drenched through by the freezing rain. Snow had gathered in his hair and along his shoulders, and each breath that left him vanished into the night as pale mist. His boots were caked with mud, his hands red and trembling from the cold, and yet he pressed on with the stubbornness of a man who knew stopping meant ruin. At last, through the veil of storm, he saw it. A house. A modest home with faint golden light spilling from its shuttered windows. To him, it might as well have been a grand

Decreash Imperial castle ************ On a cold night, three months after the death of his father, Ragaleon got a visit from his mother. He was in his chamber, bent over a large oak table, where a huge map was rolled open. There were different red dots on the map, representing strong kingdoms, and the black dots represented kingdoms that he was yet to overthrow. He was engrossed in his peripheral duties and didn't know when his mother stepped in unnoticed. It was only when she walked past one of the candles in the room and a big shadow was cast on the wall that Ragaleon lifted his gaze, his hand already settled on the dagger sheathed under the long white garment he was wearing. When he saw that it was his mother, he was astounded. He removed his hand from the sheathed dagger, his eyes falling back to the map. "Are the days of mourning not over?" he asked calmly. "Why are you still dressed in black?" His voice was casual but cruel in a way. "My own son has decided to give me

The queen of wisdom An arrow flew across the training ground until it hit a straw target point at the far end of the yard. The target point fractured under the strain of the force and gave way into two equal parts. A pair of green eyes glimmered in satisfaction before flickering to a bag filled with lethal arrows. Her fast hand drew out another arrow, she twisted the arrow belligerently between her lean fingers before positioning it on the string of the bow. Standing with her feet planted apart, Racheal lifted the bow to a certain degree, her index finger taunting the string of the bow back to her cheek, as her cherry lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes narrowed slightly, blocking out the world until nothing existed but the center of the distant target, the red circle. Her curly ginger hair was pulled severely, exposing the sharp line of her jaw and the sheen of sweat gathering at her temples. For a moment, she did nothing. Just stood there, her eyes calculating, then she

"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