All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

When Helena walked into the guest room, she saw a man and a lady on the bed, completely nude, in a sexual position.“Mother, isn't this too much?” She asked, flattered by their nudity. Selena, however, gazed at them as though it was normal.“You should feast your eyes on everything, Helena, learn the ways, and know how to make your husband stick to you like a magnet. If you are lucky, he won't take any concubines once he knows how good you are in bed.” Selena commented, then clapped her hands twice. The maids in the guest room filed out.Selena signaled her daughter to probe forward until she stood beside the bedpost. “You may start.” Selena said, and the expert on the bed began. Once they began, Helena's eyes were glued to the bed. Her pupils dilated with curiosity as she bit her lips and gasped at each action they did with their bodies. Selena's eyes widened; as she swallowed the saliva in her mouth, she began to fan herself, trying to reduce the heat prickling on her skin.

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