Semua Bab ROYAL BLOOD: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Galvestone Imperial Palace. Kyron has been seated at the head of the table, watching the council members talk all morning.Neither of them seemed to have said what he had interest in, until"We should go after Decreash; the king wishes to take his revenge for the death of his daughter, Yumi, and granddaughter, Katie."Lydia suddenly said, and everywhere became silent.Kyron's gaze immediately snapped in her direction; it was as though she had read his mind."Go after them? It is said that Ragaleon has grown more powerful with each passing day; it would be foolish to invade Decreash." A man in his early forties named Faham rattled with a high-pitched voice."But if the king wants revenge, it should be made known to Ragaleon that there is a king on this earth just as powerful as he is." Lydia purred, and Kyron directed his gaze to her, and she smiled seductively. Lydia, whom Kyron had brought along with him from camp, has become a thorn in the flesh of his council members.Her wo

The wind howled in her ears, weaving through the strands of her hair as it swept across the high stone terrace.It made the leaves and branches of the trees sway in restless waves, as it circled through the trees in the meadow.Lydia seemed to remain motionless, her hands began to quiver, her breath became shaky.It was only after a few seconds later, she seemed to have realized the gravity of what she had done."I killed her…I actually.."She paused, swallowing hard, feeling the saliva drag painfully down her throat.She buckled, her legs giving way as she slowly collapsed to her knees. Her red hair clung to her face, matted by tears, and her trembling lips parted,"I have finally avenged my husband… my children!"The pitch of her voice wavered, rising sharply. She tried to force out more words, something meaningful, something whole, but they broke apart before reaching her lips.The wind tore at her hair, whipping fiery strands across her face. She tried to tuck them behind her ea

Vandamonth Imperial Palace The door to Jarob's chamber opened, and Kora stepped in, followed by the royal physician.She gazed upon the bed Jarob laid, and there he was, numb…quiet, almost lifeless.The royal physician got to work; he made his way to the bed and glanced down at Jarob, then shook his head from side to side pitifully."He is getting worse; I fear he might not make it to the next winter season."He said, before opening a small box in his hand, he brought out a bottle of green liquid; immediately he uncorked the bottle, and a pungent smell filled the atmosphere."I have heard? The best herbalists reside in Nehoviah…." Kora was talking when he interrupted."Half of which are dead."The royal physician said with a leering look."And the other half are nothing more than wanderers in their own kingdom after Kyron brought Nehoviah to ruins. I am trying my best, your grace. Only patience and time will yield results."He added before bringing the bottle of medicine to Jarob's

Hamstung-Slavers Bay. It has been three days… Yes, three!Joya has not received any calls from Prator or his men. At first she had thought maybe he was busy, but still she felt a voice in her heart whispering to her that wasn't the case.It was something to be happy about; she hated the fact that he was using her, treating her like some kind of toy. She hated that she craved his touch, his breath grazing her ears, and his thrust making her moan in ecstasy.But she decided it was okay; maybe he has become infatuated with another woman…maybe.But things began to become unbearable; with each passing day, her burdens grew.The officers who were in charge of the slaver's bay did not hesitate to use their whip on her back mercilessly. No matter how hard she tried to understand what she did wrong, it was always pain she got in return. Day one, day two… counting down to day seven, and that was it. She has had enough of the suffering; her skin was filled with bruises, and her arms became mor

That moment, Joya felt like a monster…a wild beast. As she continued to flog the woman with the whip in her hands, under the harsh rays of the sun biting against her back, she looked dreadful. Sweat trickled down her face, rolling down her nose, her breath ragged, her knuckles white from gripping the whip too hard. "Nooo…. I beg you, stop, please! Cried the woman, her skin tearing from the whip, bruises marked all over her skin. But Joya continued relentlessly, tears breaking in her eyes. The women standing in the crowd covered the eyes of their children with their palms as tears gathered in their eyes. "Make it stop! Pleaseeee! A loud sound tore from her throat as she rolled on the ground, dust clinging to her skin as she rolled on the ground. "Stop! The whip was about to descend on the woman one more time, but at Prator's command Joya's hand hung halfway in the air. Her breath was now rapid, her hair sticking to her face, glued by sweat. The woman on the ground ha