Todos los capítulos de Crowned In Vengeance: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Frost's POV Later that evening, I was returning from a random inspection at the eastern borders. My entire body was aching, my head almost spinning with every step. Heavens knew that I longed for a warm bath, a nice meal, and some alone time on my soft bed, with the comforting touch of the night wind. It was evident in my hasty steps and the random murmurs I uttered as I headed to the room.But I caught a presence along the way that surprised me. "Elder Malrick," I squealed his name in surprise. His head was lowered to the ground, almost as though he was lost in his thoughts. I was very certain I would walk past without him having to know who it must have been. "Frost!" He lifted his face, his eyes bright with some form of excitement. "What are you doing here so late?" I approached him, and shook his hand as I asked him. "I uh..." He paused, casting a glance at the corridor behind him as though searching for words. "I had some unfinished business in the house. Just some loose e

Frost's POV Rya and I shared our moments together, including our love and our worries but unlike other nights, my stay was short-lived. She had never asked me to stay even though she yearned for my presence.She needed solitude, and I needed something ever graver than that. I needed the kind of peace and quiet that could make my heartbeat literally echo in my ears—that could pave out ideas from my stormy mind.I returned to my chambers and laid there in the silence. My eyes were tightly shut, and I was hoping to quickly dive into my subconscious and forget the worries of the real world. But how could I rest when my heart was troubled? How could I sleep when danger lurked around, or clung like a shadow? I rumbled on the bed, several sighs and hisses escaping my lips in sheer frustration. It wasn't long before I threw my legs down the bed, grabbed a shirt and walked out of the room. I plodded through the hallway, down to the garden where I was met by the cool winds that blew in the

Frost's POV "I don't know what they're talking about," Elder Theron argued. "I was just taking a walk before these men grabbed me. You have to believe me."His voice cracked. His eyes were wet and bold. He was sweating profusely, shivering as one who has seen a ghost. Yet his words betrayed him, especially with the disdainful look seated on Rya's face. She closed the distance between the both of them as quickly as a lightning bolt, and grabbed him by the shirt. She pulled him to herself, glaring at him in the eyes. "I have lost twenty five civilians in one night, five of which were children. And I know you know something about it. I don't mind sending you to the world beyond. And trust me, it is going to be a slow and painful transition. So start talking," she dragged the last few words emphatically. I had never felt that amount of cruelty coated in Rya's words. I had never seen her so furious, so irate. It was as though she would rip the world apart with her bare hands if she had

Rya's POVI felt comfort at its best while I leaned on Frost. His body was warm, his hands were soft and tender, and his words were piercing yet soothing. He made me so vulnerable, and for the first time, it felt... like a good thing. I listened to his heartbeat while I gripped him tightly. It was so steady and calm—that mine had even begun to replicate his. I felt safe with him and didn't want to let go. His words echoed in my ears, coupled with the extra comforting ones which he continued to whisper into my ears. Right there, it was as though I could recall every single word he had ever assured me. I was reliving the instances when he peered at me passionately in the eyes—most times seated in the garden, other times in the room all to ourselves—reminding me that I was never alone. And for weeks, I never second thought about the earnestness of his words. Not until that moment. "I don't want to be scared anymore," I whispered to myself. "What?" He asked, pausing in the comfort

Rya's POV The summation of all things experienced in the last few days only turned out to be more motivation. Leadership came with its own hurdles. And with each passing day I had to sit to reflect on my journey with the crown, it kept ringing on me that... more was needed. I needed more wisdom to handle people. The breed in the SilverFang were just... maliciously obstinate and recalcitrant. And so I turned to reading more books. I needed my earthen muscles to be more intimidating. And every passing day, I did myself a dare to take up the sword and practice until every form that existed and could ever exist might be perfected. I was in the field that morning, breathing heavily with sweat drops rolling down my skin whilst being burned by the sun's scorching rays. I took a swipe at the invisible man in the field whose eyes bore into mine with killer intent, and whose speed was a targeted course to master. My fingers were well tightened around the grip of my sword as I sliced th