All Chapters of The Mad King's Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Evelyn's POVTheir grip on my hand is tight, nails piercing through my skin, drawing blood. I keep on struggling, trying to loose myself from their grasp. I just wanted to cry in peace, man.They are careful, remembering to hold my hands behind my back. Probably because I almost decapitated their friend when he tried to pick me up. He was stupid and they learnt fast.“Let go of me.” I grit out in pain.All they do is tighten their grip on my hand making me cry out in pain. I bet their ancestors would be angry at how they are manhandling a lady. A tiny one at that.We continue down the dark hallway which suddenly opens into a large room. A fireplace burns at one side with couches scattered around. It is comfy, it is my doom.I start struggling in their arms. I am not dying now and not here. “Let the fucking hell go off me!”“Let her go.” A strong voice speaks out and immediately they let go of me and leave.Arkan comes to my view. He seems to have lost the red velvet cloak he had worn

Evelyn's POV My mother always said that heavy things never fall even when shoved. I guess she didn't account for me.Not that I'm fat. Or heavy......The world tilts slowly..... or am I the one tilting?Yep, it's me.I hurl forward, crashing through the polished double doors of the dining hall.Hitting the floor hard, the impact rattling through my bones, a sharp gasp leaves me.The grand hall falls silent. Every head in the room turn toward me. The chatter that had filled the hall only seconds ago die instantly; forks pause midair, goblets lower, and the sound of my choppy breath loud in my ear..Heat rushes to my cheeks as I scramble to my knees. Gods, not again. Not in front of everyone.Darn it, Laudia.The harsh sound of the doors closing echo through the room, sealing me with my doom. Vipers wrapped in the finest clothing. Vipers who share my blood.I lift my chin, refusing to let them see the tears burning at the back of my eyes. If they want a show, they wouldn’t get it from

Evelyn’s POV Laudia apologised. Laudia apologised so much that I was tempted to stuff one of those sour lemon rolls down her throat.I get it. She was sorry. I hold no grudge.Sometimes. Okay, most of the time but Laudia is my person, she gets a free pass.I sit by the window, knees tucked against my chest, watching the last bit of sunlight fade behind the hills. The peaguses were out today. Their large wings flapping around as they grazed by the clearing that surrounded the palace. They were my kingdom's pride. Our national animal, some would say, only found in the Southern Kingdom. The South is a hot desert, the West too mountainous and the North, a blizzard winter wonderland.They looked beautiful. From where I was sitting, they looked almost unreal; the fading sunlight brushing over wings, turning feathers soft amber, like fire trapped in motion.On a normal day, it would excite me, fingers flying over a sketchpad trying to capture their radiant beauty. But today... Today I f