All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A knock came on Micah's chamber in the middle of the night. Micah turned in her bed. "My lady, Lady Berth is here to see you." A guard announced, and Micah rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Berth? Let her in! She screamed the last sentence loud enough for the guard to hear. She had barely said those words when Berth barged into the room. Tears trailing down her cheeks. Micah was stunned…. "You have to stop him, Micah. I… can't do it. I can't spend my life with a man I know nothing about." Berth's face was innocent, her tears genuine. Micah could only watch as her sister sat beside her and cried her eyes out. "He wants to give me away to the duke." Berth sniffed as she laid her head on Micah's lap. "And…?" Came Micah's voice. "That's already horrible enough; what else do you want me to say?" Berth sounded frustrated. Micah was quiet for some seconds. "Why do you have a problem getting married to the duke? He is rich, wealthy… "He is not the king! He doesn

Her lips were dried, her hair disheveled, and she made her way outside, as the windy breeze blew all the clothes on the drape to the ground. "Get in, Joya; it is going to rain." Her mother screams, standing at the doorstep of a detached house, her apron soiled with food. Joya only increased her zeal; the rain was already drizzling, but she endured a little. She finally makes her way into the house with her hand holding on to the clothes. "The stew smells nice, Mother." She said as she dashed into the inner room, she dropped the clothes on a worn-out chair and joined her mother in the kitchen. "How long are we going to remain in the wilderness? Joya had an authoritative voice, like a dominant queen. "Until we gather up more food to continue our journey. "Where are we going?" Joya asked, taking the dead rabbit on the floor in the corner in her hand, she snapped the neck off and slowly peeled the skin. "I do not have a precise idea." "So we venture into the wilds,

Jazell had both her hands crossed behind her, the night breeze swaying her short blonde hair, and her blue crystal eyes glistening under the reflection of the fire touch in the room as she walked side by side with Josiah. Josiah was a sly man; he was among the small council. A man who was always neutral always liked to be on the winning side; as such, he was given the name the sneaky cat. "You haven't congratulated Queen Tamina." Josiah started off as they walked down the dark hallway of the enormous castle. The corridor had open windows; when the wind blows, the fire touches on the wall and dances to its rhythm. Jazell's gaze was icy, like a brewing snowball. "I will…." She started off with her throat dry. "When the time is right." She added, her footsteps slow and precise. Every step kissing the cold floor and echoing in the dark night. "I came here to ask for a favor, but I believe you might need someone to talk to. Someone who knows their way around the polit

Selena finally puts down her cup of wine, then rises to her feet. Making her way to the corner of the room, there was a statue of Harris there. She knelt in front of it, her head resting on the cold floor, and she shut her eyes. With both hands stretched out in front of her, also on the floor, she began to pray. "Stop fondling your fingers; we are not going to die." Amilek said nonchalantly, without turning to look at Micah. Micah creased her brows. "And how would you know that? She asked, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. "I just know." He said it and didn't talk to her again....….. "Where are you going? Viran asked when he saw Yumi cleaning the blade of a sword. "What does it look like I am doing? Yumi asked, still cleaning the sword. They were in the tent closest to the battle line. "You are not thinking what I am thinking, are you? Viran asked, drawing nearer. "And what will that be? Yumi was playing dumb. She quickly rose to her feet, then swung the

Snap! Snap! That's how she moves. Her flat stomach glistened with sweat, her waist embellished with waist beads. Her long straight hair, swaying as she turned "Come to meee! She cooed her voice like a melodious harp. Her feet were red from dancing, but she still danced with vigor as if possessed by a force that kept leading her on. This was the only part of her castle that was restricted from outsiders. It was her sacred altar, where she comes to at midnight and dances. She wiggled like a snake, her body effortlessly bending and twisting. Her hand running down her tanned, glistening skin, the Sango playing the flute by the corner of her sacred altar. The Sango was the one initiating the ritual; he played the flute to fuel the dancer and capture the soul of her submissive pet. "Ohhh! I can feel it." Her sonorous voice shrilled, her dark eyes were outlined with black eyeliner, and her jawlines gave her the features of a vicious woman. The moon from outside ref