All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sound of the crowd overshadowed the pits as they roared madly with excitement. William's eyes darted around the room in search of his sister Leah. They were two men in the fighting pits, badly injured, with blood and sand on their bodies. Then it began, chaos, everyone in the hall screaming, the fire touch in the room swaying as the men punched each other in the face. William was diving through the crowd, the hoodie falling off his head. Just then he spotted Leah, her body reclined on a wall, a man leaning closer as they whispered something inconspicuously. William walked up to them, coming in between them, and he turned to look at Leah. Her small face was hidden behind the hoodies, with only a small portion in view. "William, we might not have enough coin to pay; it looks like the guy with the spike is going to lose." Leah moved her eyes towards the fighting pit and then retracted them. "Then we pay later; we have to go." William simply said, but the man Leah was ta

Helena was in her chamber being treated to lunch by the maids when her mother walked in. "Queen Mother…" The maids in the room bowed in courtesy. Selena focused her gaze on her daughter. "Good morrow, mother." Helena said, rising to her feet. Her dark hair was braided in crown braids, and she was wearing a yellow gown with a slit running from her feet up to her knees. "You look horrible, Helena." Selena's face became etched with worry when she gazed at her daughter's face from a close range."Do not make this harder than it seems for me." Helena simply said as they walked side by side to the terrace. "What has been the grand maester's report lately? Selena asked as she took a seat on a wooden armchair on the terrace. "Same as always, he said. I am not getting any better, nor am I getting worse." Helena took her seat opposite her mother. "Eventually the sickness will leave." Selena consoled herself by taking a banana from a fruit vase on a table between them. "Not before eat

The sun barely crests the horizon as two figures face each other in the open courtyard. The air is still, heavy with tension. Vinson stood tall and stern, gripping his broadsword with practiced ease. Across from him, Kael, younger and agile, twirls his slender rapier in his fingers. Clang! Their swords meet in a flash of steel. Vinson wins with brute strength. William could hardly dodge his attacks. He faltered at intervals, the frustration etched on his face."Charge! Vinson's voice was tense; William lurched at him, but he countered the attack with a quick lunge. Vinson grins. "Too slow." He said, playing the sword between his fingers. "I am only a learner." William growls. "You came to the right tutor." Vinson says, then pivots and slashes in a wide arc. William ducks and rolls away, dust rising in the air as he bounces back and is on his feet almost immediately. They circle, eyes locked. William strikes right. Vinson blocks the attack just in time, a low gro

The sun was blazing up in the sky. Its rays are drying out the water in the desert. The few cactus trees are the only surviving plants in this place.The sand from the desert was hot and burned the feet; the eastern wind caressed the face and raised the dust on the ground in the air. Three men were seen on camels, their heads wrapped and their faces covered with a hijab. Only their eyes could be seen as they rode on the camel's back with a cart connected behind them. Inside the cart were multiple barrels of water that shook violently as the cart climbed over the piles of desert sand and rolled down in a wavy motion. Soon the men came upon a high cliff made of sand; from there they could behold the great kingdom, Hamstung. They turned the camel and went down the slope of desert sand. Their wrinkled hand and wrist were embellished with golden rings and silver chains. Their neck bearing a tribal mark traces back to their people. The footprints of the camels were imprinted on the

The ship wobbled in the endless sea as the moonlight reflected on the waves and tides. Joya's eyes were opened as she wrinkled her nose, the stench of the corpse of a dead woman overwhelming the atmosphere. "How long do we have to put up with this smell?" Melin's hand hung on her nostrils as she tried not to inhale the horrid smell. "Not for long." Joya added when her ears picked up quick footsteps making their way to the cabin. "Here they come..." A woman in the cabin said with apparent fear, her voice breaking.The heavy wooden door creaked as it swung open, spilling a narrow strip of light into the dim, airless cabin. The man's boots thudded against the deck, the sound unnervingly loud in the cramped space. Inside, the air was thick with the stench of the corpse of a dead woman. The woman had died after weeks of enduring painful suffering. He perceived the stench and then scrunched his face in disgust. "Motherfuckers! Dying like hens." He groaned under his breath when th