All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

Decreash imperial Palace All the time she tended to Ragaleon on his sickbed, Micah's eyes were opened to new things. Things that were always there, but she never truly saw.On account of her supposed loyalty to the king, she decided to take on the task of seeing to his recovery.During this time she became devastated for many reasons, one being that in the first few days, Ragaleon showed no sign of rejuvenating.Her herbal teas were potent enough, yet they yielded little or no results, making her efforts futile.The queen regent, Selena, made the task even more arduous. Always flitting around, like a bird that was chased from its nest. Never really offering a helping hand, only watching and passing criticism.And so…the countdown began.Day 1 was the toughest; Micah had to fight to revive Ragaleon from the ravine of the herbs the grandmaester had ministered to him. With that day came chaos, and there was no orderliness. Counting down to day two, where she had to stand all day in the

Decreash imperial Palace The muffled moans of Jazell in her chamber were the only noise breaking the silence.Buried between her legs was a concubine, who was servicing her passions, making her head spin with ecstasy."Ugh, huh!Jazell pressed both lips together as she pushed her ass towards the face of the concubine, spreading her legs and giving her more access.Her hands clenched the sheets as her mouth hung open, her chest heaving fromthe eccentric ministration the maid was giving her.She closed her eyes, her hand lifting her gown slightly; they trembled from the pleasure simmering through her blood."What is your name?"Jazell asked between rapid breaths, a small moan escaping her lips."Basima, my lady."The concubine had to pause to answer Jazell's question."Don't stop."Jazell shrieked."Basima…"She called the name fondly, liking the way it sounded on her tongue."My lady, there is a letter for you."Linn's gentle voice pierced the air as she stepped into the chamber.Her

The wind tugged at her hair as she mounted the black horse. The shawl wrapped around her neck swerved like a cape behind her, being lifted by the wind.She tightened her grip on the reins and steered the horse toward the back gates, exactly as Harab had commanded. At a single, decisive kick, the stallion surged forward, its forelimbs rearing into the air for a breathless moment before crashing back down, hooves striking the earth as it launched into a powerful gallop.The wind rushed past her as the horse dove forward.The small back gate stood open, half-hidden behind overgrown weeds that had crept into the garden.With a powerful leap, the horse cleared the gate, landing solidly on its hooves as the ground thudded beneath them.Joya didn't stop. She didn't look back. Her mind clung to a single thought—seeing him again, being drawn into his embrace once more.That longing burned through her veins, fueling her zeal as she urged the horse onward.She journeyed along secluded paths, kee