Palace Intrigue 소설 & 이야기

The rumors she had heard about the palace were no joke. "The palace has its streaks which are so spontaneous and sometimes irrational. Sometimes good and many times, unfavorable. It has been an all-round experience," Azalea briefly explained to them in concise words that summarized all. From meeting Ayden on her first day at the palace, helping him to recover from his near death situation, meeting Hendrix and Zachary again, getting implicated by Coral, getting chased by assassins, her fluctuating powers and so many things she could have never imagined that would happen to her. It was sure a whole lot of new experience for someone like herself.

James smiled calmly and asked, “Sir Mordecai, do you want to play a game with me?” Mordecai chuckled sinisterly. “Heaven as the chessboard, stars as the pieces. You and I will become the game itself. How about a wager?” James raised an eyebrow. “I like gambling. What’s the stake?” Mordecai spread out one hand, revealing a shimmering pen and a scroll radiating black and white light. “These are the treasures of the last twenty halls of Wuia Palace, as well as each of the ten halls to the east and west. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

The palace erupted. Not literally—though the magical shockwave from the healing wing had been strong enough to rattle windows throughout the entire complex and send courtiers diving for cover. But *politically*, the explosion was just as devastating. Within an hour of Kael's arrival, the rumors had spread through the palace like wildfire through dry grass. *The Crown Prince has a mate.* *He marked her himself.* *She's packless. Common. Nothing.* *No, worse—she's a VALE.*

"Have you been taking something wrong lately? Maybe you should go to a hospital and get checked." She shook me off. "What do you know? If you're jealous, just say it." "I'm serious." "So am I," she sneered. "You just can't stand seeing me do well." I fell silent. I had said everything that needed to be said. Meanwhile, things were progressing smoothly on Marcello's end. He approached William under the pretense of cooperation, offering to help expand his overseas market. William, already struggling to move his counterfeit pharmaceuticals, agreed without hesitation.

It had belonged to a woman who once worked within the palace, a woman whose name had been spoken in whispers and then carefully erased from conversation. Mia. I was not entirely certain it was the same necklace, but the resemblance was too striking to ignore. Why would a maid from a distant village possess such an object? And why had she claimed it belonged to her mother? I stopped beside a window. The palace was becoming a dangerous place. First Adele's daughter had appeared among the servants. Now another young maid carried an object that might be tied to a secret from the past. Coincidence was possible. But I had spent too many years beside Queen Camille to trust it.

The facade of the palace is a rusticated stone base at may mga haligi or columns iyong kagaya ng sa scroll and the on top of it is the Tuscan pilasters. Iginala ko ang paningin sa lugar na kahit tatlong beses ko ng nabista'y hindi ko pa din maiwasang 'di humanga sa ganda at rangya ng palasyo. Sa gaya kong lumaki sa panood ng Disney movies, dream come true ang maka apak sa loob ng palasyo. It's a sight to behold.

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

“Good Morning Young Master Hercules and Miss Mary. Please follow me.” We all nodded and followed her as she walked inside. The interior of the palace is quite more feminine and well-lighted than that palace where Lucifer resides at. There are elegant silver chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and the walls are all pastel in color and I can see tulips beautifully arranged on every corner. When we reached the end of the hallway, Gregoria stopped walking. She walked towards the side of the door where a device is attached on the wall. “Your Highness, you have three visitors.”

A Knight opens the door of the carriage, and Kingsley immediately blocks William to step out of the carriage first. They are in front of the door of the Palace of Persley. The walls of the Palace are built of color blue steel that shines under the sunlight. The Pegasus flag at the top of the shaft in the roof goes along with the wind. William and Kingsley are in awe as they see the place. It was glorious that feeds their eyes. Footsteps echo in the area. They shift their eyes to the man in armor wearing his poker face, looking at the two. His dark chocolate eyes soften as their faces meet.

GAMES OF POWER XENIA’S POV The palace had not changed. Still as golden and cold as I remembered — a fortress cloaked in marble and secrets. But this time, I wasn’t the trembling girl tossed into a stranger’s bed like unwanted scraps. This time, I was the storm walking through its halls. I stared out the arched window of my chamber, hands clasped behind my back, watching the maids bustle through the courtyard below. My breath fogged the glass as I whispered softly, “Let the games begin.”