Sword of blood 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

“A king shall arise and a queen shall be his key. Legends repeat and history will be. Hundred scores or one must fall but the one who knows blood determines the call”Marina“No!” came his sharp answer after the whole court had stayed silent for almost fifteen minutes listening to the ragged man sing his life story from the days he began plucking buckleberries as an infant in his grandfather’s farm.It was really inglorious. If that was a word in Aspena lexicon.“N-no?” The man stuttered and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who noticed that the poor man was losing his footing from the disappointment that struck like a wave of lightening, because one of the guards who had escorted him to the feet of the throne took two steps closer to his side.“Yes. I believe I was clear, Mr…?” The prince, now king, said. Looking like he couldn’t care less about the man’s name, but he didn’t want to address him as a peasant or an unfortunatia. In genuine honesty, the man before me had mentioned quite a

“Twisted tales and twisted lies. Twisted stories, oh what twisted times!”MarinaMadam Mongolia sat just a feet away from the entrance to her shop. Her other staffs, Kat and Ludmilla, seemed to be on a break because it was only her with a teacup in hand and an empty bench opposite her.Her gaze was fixed on the outside, which was an open view to the market center. She was watching something so intently that she almost didn’t hear us approaching until Jeneva took a seat directly in front of her and she whipped around to see the both of us, before passing us a smile. “Forgive me, my attention was stuck elsewhere.” She said as she finally drops her cup and lifts the little kettle, raising it to our faces. “Tea?” the question follows and doesn’t even wait for a response before pouring into the cups by her side. “What about Ludmilla?” Jeneva’s asks, picking up a filled cup and blowing away the steam that seemed to form wefts above her drink.“Something about a running stomach. I asked Ka

“A sword, a knife, a blade for strife. One of these saw the end of a life”MarinaTrue to my father’s belief, a knock was heard at our doorstep before the early rays of the sun had begun to filter its way into the sky.Despite being in the peak of the winter wave from the north, some prickles of sweat had formed on my forehead, down my back and underneath the bodice I wore. The cream colored cloth was starting to display water marks around my chest and armpit.I stood holding my little box in hand. I didn’t have much to pack as I don’t even have many things to term as my property. Asides a few undergarments, three of my best dresses (which was all the best clothes I had) and the dress I wore the last time I was in the castle, I had nothing else to take with me.My father answered the door and after a brief exchange with whomever was at the other end, he gave me a look that clearly indicated it was time for me to go. Lanthernia stood so close, that it felt like her body heat was addin

“Thou shall wield a dagger. Thou shall wield a sword. What thou shall not yield is the strength of blood”MarinaI froze to focus my senses and be certain the knock came from my door and it was not a fragment of my imagination.The knock sounded again and a bit louder this time and I walked towards it then gently swung the wooden door open. A woman who appeared to be in her third decade of life and a little shorter than I was, looked me in the eye before asking “Were you asleep?”Without waiting for my permission, she pushed past me and welcomed herself into the room. She stood at the center and made a deep observation of the environment.Her ivory skin complemented her almost ginger hair and golden brown eyes that shone like topaz gems behind a mirror from where she was.“No. I just wasn’t sure the knock came from here” I shut the door and turned the face her completely.She skimmed my appearance and a look of disapproval etched her features. Accentuating the wrinkles on her forehea

“There will be threats, such hideous threats. I dare you to watch out or be their guest”Xanthanius“I do not see the necessity of inviting the Prince of Rekal. He had made it clear a number of times that he does not like us. Are men really that lenient? Women would hold the grudge till eternity” Starlark, the representative of the Daisy of Townsend says with a disgust she could not hide.Tsekri made no attempt to hide his laughter and the cluster of diamonds around his neck that was his way of marking what Townsend he was, rattled against each other lightly.We were planning a reconciliation meeting with the country of Rekal. My father had apparently stepped on some toes before I arrived and that was another mess I had to handle. Frankelis, the Ace of Townsend, had suggested a ball in their honor and the entire table agreed to it. Now I wondered how Starlark wanted us to host a ball in their favour and not invite their heir over a simple statement he made seven years ago.The round