บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

🎀CHAPTER TEN🎀 Nil’s chest felt like it was about to explode. Zayla was being dragged to the ship, and he ran, every step burning his legs. Sword up. Heart screaming. Asher didn’t even move. He barely moved a finger, and the air seemed to crush Nil. He was lifted clean off his feet like a rag, thrown back hard, hitting the sand again and again, blood spraying, body skidding over the shore. A sharp crack ran through him. His vision spun. His sword slipped from his fingers. Nil tried to push himself up. Pain shot through every limb. His lungs burned. His hands trembled. Asher’s golden eyes finally settled on him. Empty. Calm. Unmoved. “I warned you,” Asher said, voice soft, deadly, like death itself. He stepped forward, and Nil flinched. Orion and the others charged, shouts tearing from their mouths, but it made no difference. Asher moved once, and they flew through the air like toys, slamming into snow and stone, arms twisting, legs bending wrong. The sand soaked red. Nil’s

🎀CHAPTER TWELVE🎀 Zayla stared at her, the word echoing in her head. Disappear. Her mouth opened, then closed again. “Disappear… how?” she asked finally, her voice low and unsure. Maera’s smile deepened. She glanced toward the door, then back at Zayla. “There are ways,” she said lightly. “The sea hides many things. People fall overboard all the time. Storms come. Accidents happen.” Zayla’s stomach twisted. “You’re talking about killing me.” Maera laughed softly. “No. I’m talking about freeing you.” She stepped closer, her tone almost gentle. “You go missing. The marriage never happens. Asher moves on. Everyone gets what they want.” Zayla shook her head slowly. “That’s not freedom. That’s erasing me.” Maera’s eyes hardened. “You’re a princess. You’ll survive.” Her gaze swept over Zayla with open dislike. “Girls like you always do.” Zayla’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “You don’t know anything about me.” “I know enough,” Maera replied. “I know you don’t bel

🎀CHAPTER FOURTEEN🎀 The next morning. Vatrish Palace. Prince Nil’s eyes flickered open, heavy and sluggish. The first thing he saw was Sera’s worried face hovering over him, a small towel poised in her hand, frozen mid-air. He tried to sit up. “Easy, Your Highness,” she said gently, helping him upright. Her touch was careful, steady. “You’re awake.” A small, relieved smile tugged at her lips. “I’ll go inform everyone.” She let the towel drop into the basin and left the room, the soft click of the door marking her departure. ********************************* Queen Selith came rushing in, even his elder sister by her side, the King was still tied up in a meeting. Everyone’s worry was written on their faces. When Queen Selith pushed the door open… the bed was empty. “Where in the world has he gone?!” she snapped, panic lacing her voice. Sera peeked around the door, squinting. Meanwhile, Nil had slipped out to check on his soldiers. He leaned casually agains

If you’ve read chapters 1 to 15, first, thank you. I mean it. Thank you for taking the time to step into this world, for following Zayla through everything she’s faced so far, and for spending time with characters I’ve grown so attached to. It means a lot to me that you’ve allowed yourself to live in this story, even for just a little while. You’ve seen Zayla in all sorts of situations—confused, scared, frustrated, and stubborn as ever. You’ve seen her fight, survive, and push herself forward, even when the odds are stacked against her. You’ve met Asher—intense, dangerous, golden-eyed, and impossible to ignore. You’ve gotten glimpses of the bigger world, too: the kingdoms, the rules, the secrets, and the power struggles that shape everything around them. And I hope you’ve felt the tension, the risk, and the thrill that comes with every choice these characters make. Reading this far means you’re already part of the story. You understand the stakes, the danger, and the connections

🎀 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN🎀 HARROW PALACE “Your Majesty?” Minister William stood before the throne, hands folded, waiting. King Edric didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed ahead, unfocused, his thoughts clearly somewhere else. “Your Majesty?” William tried again. Still nothing. “Your Majesty.” Edric blinked, finally pulled back to the room. “Hm? What were you saying?” William cleared his throat. “I was asking whether we should send soldiers to retrieve the princess.” If only this man knew. That he had given his daughter away. She wasn’t kidnapped. “There’s no need for that,” the king said firmly. The doors opened, and a guard stepped in. “The crown prince is here, Your Majesty.” Edric straightened at once. “Let him in.” Nil entered the throne room and bowed. Minister William excused himself quickly, and the guard followed him out, leaving both of them alone. “You shouldn’t have sent your soldiers yesterday,” Edric said, his voice sharp. “You caused unnecessary