All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The steps dragging along the hallway were adrift. Sluggish and hesitant was the movement of the body; it was Micah.She was apparently mindless of where she was going. Her eyes trailed ahead, but she was lost in thoughts. Today was one of the many days Micah was rethinking her predicament. How she ended up here, from a nobody, a farmer's daughter, to a queen, a caged queen. What an irony of life. She should be thankful. A lot of people would trade their legs just to be in the same position she was in, but she detested it. For this very reason she had questioned her existence, her purpose in life.But the answers to her question always eluded her… simply out of reach.By the time Micah bolted from her whirlwind of thoughts, she found herself lurking aimlessly around the hallways of the castle. She circled around, her eyes wandering, trying to figure out in which part of the castle she was in. When she realized she was in the lonely hallway, one rarely visited even by the serva

Micah was seated on her bed, a book cradled in her hand. The cool night breeze drifted in, stirring some strands of her hair and the pages of the book before her. The candlestands in the chamber flickered softly, casting golden ripples across her face. Her eyes were fixed on the open book, yet her mind had wandered, lost somewhere between memory and thoughts.Her eyes twitched as the memory of Selena's horrified expression replayed in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake off the image—the cold, piercing hatred that had burned in that woman's eyes was louder than any words that were spoken.The queen dowager, Selena, has never had any reason to like her, but now, she definitely has a reason to despise Micah.After months without a single person to call a friend, she now has an enemy, simply detestable.The chamber was serene; the only sound Micah could hear was the thumping of her own heartbeat. Then suddenly— The door creaked open with a slight bang!Ragaleo

"Noooo!Micah screamed, her hand shot out, and she clutched the wall just as she was about to tumble and fall. Her firm grip kept her from plunging down.Her eyes flashed with horror, suddenly softened when she was able to regain her balance.She staggered back from the opening, her cloak sweeping against the wet stone as the faint light from the lantern in her hand flickered over her pale face.Her steps were slow and unsteady, the echo of her boots mingling with the dripping sound of water from above. She pressed her back against the wall, her breath shallow, her hawk gaze surveying her surroundings. "Cursed fortune! She snarled, her breath hitched.She didn't waste any more time to think of her predicament; she immediately turned on her boots and made her way back through the same route she had taken. When Micah had discovered these hidden tunnels, she only saw the end of some of the tunnels before retreating back. The particular tunnel she had taken, she had never laid eyes u

William was seated under the shade of a tree, cleaning the blade of his sword with a ragged material. His attention was completely fixed on what he was doing; his gaze hardly faltered. There were three swords and a dagger on the ground. He picked them up one by one and cleaned them with zeal; they were the only possession he valued…the only things he could actually lay claim to.He allowed his hands to trace the edges of the blade; the sunlight reflected on it, casting a blinding refraction.Like every other morning, Leah knew she would find her brother in the barracks yard, basking under the morning sunlight, while preparing for his training."A lovely morning, William."She purred, calling him by his name; that was odd.William didn't raise his gaze; he could tell who the owner of the voice was, and he practically ignored her. Lining up his sword, he scanned them thoroughly before nodding his head in satisfaction.Leah flexed her fingers, her right hand moving to the ring on he

The soil was wet with mist, and the air damp with dew. Droplets of water rolled down the leaves of trees, dropping to the ground and forming small puddles of water. Fallen leaves were crumpled under Micah's feet as she walked through the forest.The morning was young, the sky still heavy with the pale hush of dawn. Dew clung to every leaf and blade of grass, shimmering faintly as the first fingers of sunlight began to pierce through the canopy. The forest was alive, yet quiet—a symphony of subtle sounds: the rustle of branches, the distant trill of a bird greeting the morning, and the soft whisper of wind weaving through the leaves.Micah moved slowly through the pathless wood, her cloak trailing lightly against the damp earth. The hem was already darkened by moisture, but she did not seem to mind. Her steps were graceful and deliberate—the kind of stride one took not out of haste, but reflection. Around her neck hung a thin silver chain, the pendant glinting faintly each time t