روايات وقصص ضمن Brokedown Palace Book

I tried not to let fear take root, but my heart raced as the oppressive darkness swallowed me whole. I pressed on, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As I ventured deeper, the filth began to fade, replaced by cleaner walls and subtle signs of life. A discarded wrapper here, a scrap of clothing there—this was no mere forgotten passageway. This was Frederick's haven, his hideaway within the heart of the palace.

“A much-loved king, with years of experience behind him. His people touch the ground he has walked on, pressing their fingertips into the dirt if only to catch an inkling of his power. But the king is cursed.” As she spoke, she eyed the bridge they had come to a halt upon. Though they were up a tree, it wasn’t as high as where the Hall of Thunder had been. The first bridge they’d crossed had followed a gradual decline, and – though it would hurt like hell – Lily thought she’d survive the fall.

Calix was frustrated too but Zachary had completely lost it. He was continuously destroying everything in the mansion burning the expensive, exquisite paintings and furniture. The whole palace was on his mercy tonight as it was shrouded with thick, dark black smokes. Even the servants of the palace were being hunted down by the deranged devil. He was killing and burning everyone. The beautiful palace had been turned into a cemetery with thin smokes escaping from cold ashes. Zachary was successful today in giving the perfect definition to his world i.e., the netherworld.

I continued- I took one big step and hurried up the remainder of the staircase. When I walked down the left hallway I tried my best to ignore the fact that I was tipping around the dark halls of a brothel overseen by a money-hungry ghoul with a deeper frown than Mrs Smith. But then again I was probably dead the second I stepped back into the palace so I might as well aid in my curiosity while I had the chance. There was a thin light that spread through the halls but it didn't reach the walls. For an establishment that catered to the rich and powerful, the state of everything was astonishingly deteriorated. It was clear that the money didn't go towards renovations.

And now here I was, suffocating in this cramped, dingy house that could never compare to the vast, glittering palace halls. The palace had been my heaven, even if it was temporary. I had lived like a queen, maids to serve me, money to spend, every desire within my reach. Now, I was trapped in this tiny space, walls closing in on me with each passing day. It felt like I was being punished, caged like an animal. And worst of all, I was broke. Completely broke. I had not saved a single coin while in the palace. Why would I? Back then, I had foolishly believed it would last forever, that it was my home for life. But it had all crumbled within months, leaving me with nothing but shame.

There seemed to be an invisible hierarchy governing every interaction, and although nobody openly discussed it, everyone obeyed it instinctively. Everyone except Meera. Unfortunately, that became a problem almost immediately. Three days after the wedding, she committed the unforgivable crime of eating breakfast in the library. The decision felt perfectly reasonable at the time. She had spent two consecutive mornings listening to debates about land acquisitions and political appointments while attempting to consume tea and toast in peace. On the third morning, she carried her breakfast upstairs and escaped before anyone could stop her. The library quickly became her favorite room in the palac

Every second I spent waiting for a plan was another second Olivia had to destroy everything. If Kaelen wanted to help, he’d find a way to catch up. Right now, my only focus was the horizon. It took me about thirty minutes of sprinting at full speed to reach my destination. Even from a distance, I knew I was too late. The palace was a nightmare. The massive stone walls were crumbled and broken. Smoke curled up from the debris, and the grand entrance was nothing but a jagged hole in the earth. I skidded to a halt, my chest heaving as I shifted back into my human form. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to stand.

"You are already shivering, Elara. I am not letting you freeze to death while we walk down a hallway." He tucked the heavily wrapped sword under his arm. He didn't flinch, but I saw the muscles in his neck instantly tighten as the parasitic cold bit through his thick jacket. We left Valen under the watchful, heavily armed guard of Drax and Silas in the east wing and descended into the bowels of the palace. The Royal Library was a tragedy of ash and shattered glass. The massive vaulted ceilings were scorched black, and the air still smelled faintly of burned paper. We bypassed the ruined reading rooms, following Jinx's coordinates to a hidden iron door behind a collapsed statue of the First K

Illarion replied, and right after he said that, a servant said that the Black Prince's chariot troupe was already in the Broke's courtyard. Another surprise occurred at Baron Broke's residence, when a black horse-drawn carriage with gold ornaments accompanied by twelve luxury wagons carrying chests of gifts stopped at the mansion. It seemed that the compensation that the Prince was referring to, was not a joke. Brenda smiled with satisfaction as she watched from her bedroom window as one after another the lavish packages brought in by the maids flocked to the main building. Beside her, Gisella started to whine to her mother. "Mom! Don’t let Amanda go to the palace! I do not want it happen!"

I had tried to forget about it, pushed it to the back of my mind, but his coldness made the awkwardness resurface. I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of this swirling vortex of confusion and hurt pride. My gaze landed on the book I had pilfered from the palace library a few days ago, still remembering it contains the details of the history of Dovontae's monarchy, something that could help me understand Prince Keith and the palace more. I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text.