Lahat ng Kabanata ng ROYAL BLOOD: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

When Berth reached her chamber, she shut the door softly behind her—not a slam, just a quiet thud that echoed louder than it should have in the stillness.For a moment she stood there, her back against the door, eyes closed. The silence pressed in from every corner, thick and suffocating. Then the emotions she'd been holding back all evening began to bubble inside of her. A tangled flood of anger, weariness, and something dangerously close to despair.Her hands trembled as she walked to the edge of the bed and sank onto it. The sheets were cool beneath her palms, but her chest burned.Frustration—that was the first emotion tugging desperately in her chest, the faint urge to just give up on this marriage, which seemed to have ended before it even began. Then came the ache, the hollow loneliness that sat somewhere deep inside her ribs. And beneath it all, a desperate urge to stop pretending, to stop trying, and to just let this broken marriage fall apart.She pressed her palms to her

The fire sconces along the long castle hallways burned steadily, their trembling flames casting restless shadows upon the ancient stone walls. The air was cool. Outside, the wind moaned against the narrow windows, its hollow wail threading through the silence.At the far end of the hall, a lone figure moved, slowly and deliberately, his cloak whispering across the floor. The dim light caught the silver clasp at his shoulder, glinting briefly before fading again into shadow. He paused beneath a tall archway, his eyes tracing the carved symbols etched into the stone, worn smooth by time, and continued walking again.The long shadow of a small boy stretched across the hallway, swaying gently with each step he took. His footsteps were soft, yet in the vast silence of the castle, they echoed like faint whispers against the stone.It was Amilek.There was a strange stillness about him—a cold aura that clung to his presence. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, his head held s

"Micah Von Clegane!" Ragaleon called out to her, and she suddenly jolted back to reality. All this while she had been gazing at the knight she had hit with the oar, now struggling for his life in the sea.The boat she was in was now surrounded by Ragaleon's fleet, with nowhere to turn to. The knight was helped out of the water, gasping for breath, his armor clinking as he bent over to let out the excess water in his mouth and nostrils, coughing violently. Micah was gripped on both sides of her arm by two aggressive knights, and in just that moment, the boat Ragaleon was in pulled up right next to the boat she was in.When they finally gazed at each other face-to-face, they didn't have a word to say."You are manhandling my wife; let go of her."He commanded coldly, and the knights loosened their grip, taking a step backwards at the same time.One of the knights tried to drag the sailor away, but Micah quickly intervened; she stepped forward, the boat rocking underneath her feet."

Vandamonth Imperial PalaceThe mountains of the Snow Kingdom rose like frozen giants, their jagged peaks piercing through veils of mist and drifting snow. The air was thin and crisp, laced with the scent of pine and ice, and every breath came out in soft clouds that vanished into the chill.Nestled between the towering ranges of trees were frozen lakes, their surfaces smooth as glass.The distant howling of white wolves could be heard, their voices crying in the night.The sound rose and fell across the frozen expanse, echoing between the mountains like a mournful song. The wind carried it over the snow-laden trees, weaving it through the icy stillness of the valley.Somewhere beyond the ridges, seated in a castle in a chamber lit up with candles, is a queen.Shadows crawl along the stone walls, and the scent of melting wax mingles with the cold night air that seeps through the narrow windows.It was Kora, fondly known as the queen of Ice.She was seated on a rocky chair, her eyes

"Take off your clothes! Prator's voice echoed in the room, the veins on his neck straining on the surface. Joya became startled; fear crept in, and all her boldness disappeared, she blinked her eyes, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She tugged on the rope holding her dress together, then loosened it. The dress slipped down, and without another word, she stepped aside and let her dress fall to the floor.She climbed on the bed and lay on it on her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.She didn't want to look at him; she was ashamed…ashamed of her own thoughts.To think that this illicit relationship could lead to anything…she felt stupid.Suddenly she felt a touch; his finger grazed her hip, caressing it.She felt her throat tighten, shutting her eyes instinctively; she allowed the feel of his touch to consume her.He was good; his hands on a woman's body were like magic. She tried to hold back the desires bubbling through her body as his hands found their way to