Palace Intrigue Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Not at all. After all, she stole your man." So, I was the victim here. One was the man I was technically still engaged to, the other the woman he called his fiancée. The situation was as complicated as it could get. "Zach, don't forget that our engagement is still on. You call this woman your fiancée—don't you think that's a little much?" Zach's expression darkened. His voice came out strained. "Our engagement hasn't been valid for five years." He met my gaze, eyes sharp. "You don't know, do you? When the Labarres went bankrupt, your father had a hand in it."

Unfamiliar. This wasn’t the man whom I married or fell in love with. This was someone else entirely. A lethal, venomous creature whose sole purpose was to bring death and destruction. And he had. The palace had been known for its beauty and long-standing history only for it to become bathed in blood. No matter where I looked, my eyes were met with a horrifying image that would likely never leave my memory. It seemed as though Alexander and the King had reached an impasse. Neither one was willing to yield to the other. But something had to give. It wasn’t as though we could all remain in this position forever.

he continued with an improved facial expression. I turned my head to the side as soon as I realized it. No wonder on the second day I opened my eyes here, the servants took me to see some rooms. The first room is classical in design, the second is luxurious, and the third is modern. I thought the palace was a little strange for having rooms that contrasted so much with each other, but it turned out to be because of me. How sweet of them! "I want to know the truth. So tell me honestly. Have you decided on a candidate for Luna?"

When we arrive at an incredible palace, I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful estate.” “This is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.” He shares, “The King’s Palace.” “Why is the current King stepping down?” I ask as we climb the marble stairs, mostly trying to distract myself from all the flashing cameras and reporters screaming out to get Sinclair’s attention. “Alpha Dominic, over here!” “Alpha Dominic, who’s your date?”

Distant muffled sounds of conversation should have added to this wannabe, suspenseful atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. Inside the palace was a labyrinth of twisting corridors and halls cluttered with shimmering and flashy tapestries that hung and flailed from the walls. Some of the chambers opened for guests to see were hoarded with ancient relics, like the replica of Prometheus’s sculpture of Truth, but with no feet, replicas of snakes, blue jays and many more. They all shone in an inviting glow hinting at the trickster-like, fraudulent and deceptive nature of the ruler of this domain.

Cold wind whistled, and freezing snow fell. Andrius walked for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at his destination. What surprised him slightly was that within this deep mountain, a palace stood amidst the steep peaks. The plaque bore one word—Immemoria. Immemoria Palace! It towered majestically, full of vigor. It was red and white, adorned with vermilion lacquer and white jade pillars. Mythical beasts guarded the entrance on both sides, vividly carved with different expressions and postures. It was truly remarkable.

I sat down in my office, staring at Premier Casino, to say whatever he wants to say. “The palace can be as dirty as mud if you don't have your people by your side, others will try to get closer to you so you should let go of that insignificant event. No need to try to stay vicious when we are all playing a dirty game," he said coldly, and I kept mute.

My thinking might be irrational, but seeing the grand decoration of the palace as I step inside, I cannot help but wonder if King Alvarez even heard of the murder case and Roman’s attack, which I know he certainly did given how he had singlehandedly stationed guards and prevented me from entering Roman’s hospital room for reasons known to him alone. The palace which looks more like a castle now looks entirely different, and the medieval touch I once thought it never had is now gleaming in full force. How much revamp did this place undergo in just a week or so? The recieving hall is beautifully decorated wiwith theold and silver tapestry and chandeliers. It is very beautiful indeed.

The car stopped at the main entrance. A security officer in a dark suit opened the door, his movements professional and efficient. "Mr. King. Ms. Mercer. Welcome." I stepped out first, cold air brushing against my face as I looked up at the palace, all that stone and history and carefully preserved architecture that had probably witnessed a thousand betrayals over the centuries. Power gathered here tonight. Money that controlled governments through carefully structured networks of influence. People who could collapse markets with a single phone call if they chose to, if the circumstances warranted it, if they decided the chaos would serve their interests better than stability.

It was barely wider than two of my fingers and looked like polished metal. I pressed my thumb against its centre. A faint vibration travelled through the floor beneath my boots as the runes around its edge lit one after another. Magic spread through the walls, ceiling and floor before the device gave a soft click. The room was now secure. The disc was one of six made exclusively for the Royal Family. Each had cost more than most packhouses, combining spellwork from Royal Witches with technology developed by the Crown's engineers. Nothing spoken within its range could travel beyond the barrier–listening spells failed, and recording devices captured silence. Even someone standing with an ear a