บททั้งหมดของ ROYAL BLOOD: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The soft echoes of Leah's footsteps against the gravel stones of the garden could be heard. The morning dew overwhelmed the air, creating a cloudy mist. The scent of roses and lavender lingered in the air, the flowers blossoming brightly under the faint rays of the early morning sun. Leah was clad in a green dress, the hems of her dress brushing the ground, hergrazing the heads of the blooming flowers, their petals faltering under her touch. The birds in the sky flittered about, chirping in the unheard silence. Leah made her way through the garden in casual steps, hands entwined elegantly in front of her. She walked along a small wooden bridge, the breeze of the sea caressing her face; her hair, which was let down, swayed, exposing her jawline. Her gaze was lifeless as she now walked on the wet sand, her footprints carved on the sand as she urged forward. She squinted her gaze when she saw the faint shadow of a figure ahead, seated on the sand. She inched closer, trying to f

Hamstung Imperial Palace The early morning dew filled the air, making it look like a cloud of mist. The hush of dawn, the air cool. Joya stepped out, with a wooden bowl clutched against her hip, the scent of dry grains rising faintly from it. The soft rustle of her skirts brushing the dew-strewn ground as she shoved her hand into the basket of grains and scattered the feed with practiced flicks of her hand. The grains rained down on the soil, tapping against the stone and earth. Almost instantly, the hens stirred to life, ruffled feathers, soft clucks, and quick darting beaks pecking at the food. She continued to throw the feed on the ground until she had emptied the wooden bowl. She was wearing a plain white gown, the maid's uniform. The quiet was filled with the flutter of wings, the occasional crow of a rooster in the distance, and the rhythm of pecking on stone. She mindlessly continued to throw the grains on the ground, and the hen clustered around her, pecking endless

The great doors of the courtroom groaned open, their iron hinges dragging a heavy sound across the chamber. A cold hush swept the air as Ragaleon stepped in. His presence seemed to draw a dark aura with him—his scarlet black cloak trailing against the stone floor, a golden crown firmly rooted to his head. The small council, who had been waiting in tense silence, immediately rose to their feet. Chairs scraped back in hurried unison, their movements sharp and stiff, as though compelled by an unseen hand. None dared speak. None dared breathe too deeply. Ragaleon's eyes swept across their faces and then to the table where maps and parchments lay. The weight of his gaze was enough to make the air feel heavy. His aura pressed down on the room, swallowing the light, making every man feel smaller, weaker, as though they were standing before judgment itself. His footsteps echoed as he approached, each strike of his boot echoing in the silent room. When he reached the head of the table

“Guards seize her! Vashi froze on the spot; she could recognize the owner of that voice anywhere. It was Ragaleon's! From behind the nearest pillar, a shoe emerged; it was Micah’s.Another appeared on the upper deck of the hallway, her hand trailing on the wooden railings, the sound of soft clicks coming from a pair of shoes echoing. It was Racheal. One by one, figures stepped from the darkness: Selena, Helena, and the whole royal family. Last of all, from the shadows at the far end, the Ragaleon himself stepped forward, his presence heavier than the silence that followed him.Vashi's breath caught in her chest. She turned slowly, eyes darting from one familiar face to another, only to find their gazes sharpened, cold, and predatory.They had been waiting. Watching. And now she stood exposed in the center of the hall, the circle closing in around her.Jazell made her way to where Ragaleon was and took a stand beside him. As she watched two guards grip Vashi aggressively. “Let

The long grass was trampled under Racheal's shoes as she walked through the meadow field just outside the castle back gates. She was wearing a blue dress, her brown curly hair draping down her shoulders, and her green emerald eyes were fixed ahead of her as the evening wind blew and caressed her cheekbones. The field stretched endlessly, and at its edge, the cliff dropped away into the restless sea—its waves catching glimmers of the rays from the setting sun. The evening sun, glowing with a golden ray, leaned over the field, which drifted up to a cliff up ahead. The lily flowers swayed from side to side, dancing to the wind.Racheal's gown brushed past the grasses as she slowly raised her gaze, and it rested on a lady standing some distance away, almost close to the cliff, the rays of the evening sun kissing her skin. Racheal made her way to where the lady stood; it was Jazell. She slowly turned and then scanned her face, searching for any possible trace of emotion, and she found