Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

🎀 CHAPTER NINETY-NINE🎀 Zayla’s body felt like it had been dropped from a height. For a split second, there was nothing,no ground, no air, no sound, then everything snapped back. Her feet hit something solid and she stumbled forward, barely catching herself as her hand shot out instinctively. Her breath came uneven, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. “…What…?” Her voice came out softer than she expected. Zayla slowly straightened, her brows knitting together as she looked around. Mirrors surrounded her on every side. Tall ones, short ones, wide and narrow, some standing upright, others tilted at strange angles. They stretched endlessly in every direction, reflecting each other over and over until it felt like the space had no end. “…What kind of place is this…” she murmured under her breath. Her reflection stared back at her from every direction. Too many of them. Each one repeating her movements, each one watching. Zayla took a cautious ste

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE🎀 King Faelar sat in the throne room, speaking quietly with a few advisors, when Zayla stepped inside. He looked up, and she immediately dipped into a formal bow, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The king’s gaze lingered for a moment before he dismissed the others. “That will be all,” he said. The advisors left, and the throne room grew quiet except for the soft echo of departing footsteps. Faelar leaned back in his chair, relaxing slightly. “I… I apologize, Your Majesty,” Zayla began.“For the way I spoke yesterday… I was… rash. I’ve made my mind....I will stay here in the palace. Once I finish the portraits, I will leave.”Faelar exhaled slowly and rose from his throne, descending the platform stairs. Zayla’s gaze stayed on the floor, a mixture of respect and nervousness keeping her rooted in place. He stopped just a few inches from her, his eyes studying her carefully. “Did you choose to stay because of Remiel?” He asked. Zayla

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE🎀Kaelric’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened the more. Then his voice cut through the courtyard. “Tie her up.” The guards grabbed Zayla by the arms, dragging her across the dirt toward a wooden post. She didn't fight them, but the rough wood scraped against her back as they threw her against it. They looped the ropes around her wrists and waist, pulling so hard the air left her lungs. She winced, the coarse hemp biting into her skin, pinning her so tightly she could barely expand her chest to breathe. Maybe this is it, she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. *If I die here, maybe this nightmare ends and I wake up back home.* Kaelric stepped toward her, the whip trailing in the dust behind him. He stopped just a few feet away, looking her up and down with a nasty grin. "You really have a big mouth, don't you?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Coming in here acting like a hero. You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE🎀 The palace was a chaotic hive of activity. Servants scurried across the massive hall, dragging heavy silk banners and polishing the marble until it gleamed like a mirror. Every corner was being decked out in gold and crimson for the homecoming of the Second Prince. Meanwhile, Cayren made his way into the throne room, his boots echoing against the high ceilings. Standing near the throne was Minister Silas. The man had a face that looked like it was carved out of spite,sharp, thin, and always wearing a sneer. He was notorious for being one of the loudest voices when it came to trashing Remiel, treating the boy like dirt just because he knew he could get away with it. "It’s been far too long, Your Highness," Silas said, giving a shallow, greasy bow. Cayren didn't even look at him, just gave a dismissive flick of his wrist. "That’s enough, Silas," King Faelar interrupted from his throne. "Make sure you’re at the banquet tonight. You’re dismis

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN 🎀 Zayla was on a warpath, her eyes darting through every corridor and alcove. She was convinced Kaelric had come back to finish what he started, dragging a half-dead Remiel off to some dark corner of the palace just to satisfy his own sick ego. She reached the entrance of the grand hall, but she didn't step inside. She stood at the edge, her gaze cutting through the crowd like a knife. The place was packed; guests were already deep into their wine, laughing and gossiping under the glow of a thousand candles. She scanned the faces of the nobility, looking for Kaelric’s arrogant smirk, but he was nowhere to be found. As she turned away from the noise, a sudden, heavy gust of wind swept through the courtyard, whipping her hair across her face. The sky had turned a bruised purple, and the air smelled thick with the scent of an oncoming storm. She let out a long, jagged breath, her frustration reaching a boiling point. *I swear, when I get back to