Riyaga was itching to go on a run. She asked Sera if she would like to accompany her. Rosalie would have gone on her own but she wasn't familiar with the woods of Kokhal mountain, at least not anymore. Threats were lurking in every shadow and she couldn't be more careful. The woman agreed and offered to show her around. Rosalie agreed without hesitance. Rosalie didn't see much of Ryker after their last meeting. He did not attempt to come near her again. The villagers had stopped piling disturbing things outside her door as well. The days were going in a blur, nothing eventful transpired. She was still subjected to hateful glares though, but none of them dared to hurt her. However, the hatred in their eyes was more fatal than the physical weapons. they were the same people who once adored her. She also inspected the herb that was going to serve as an antidote to the green venom. The herb was found in abundance here. How unfair of them to grow only in this area. If only they were fo

With great difficulty, she sat up. A whimper escaped her when she felt the soreness in her tender part. She decided to sleep the pain away and mustering all her strength slid up her bed. She slowly laid on her back and draped an arm over her eyes.A soft knock made her jerk her head in that direction. She let out a huff and sat up. The knock came again and she slid off her bed with a wince. She made her way towards the door and opened it. A woman in her mid-forties was standing in front of her. Without saying anything, she extended her hand towards her holding a jar. "Hadar sent it for you. He said it will ease the pain," the woman nudged the jar in her direction. She took it from her a little confused. Since when Hadar started caring about her pain. The woman turned and left. She locked her door back and applied the ointment. It worked like a magic and she felt her soreness dissipating. Or maybe the potion was magic. ............The next morning when Clovis arrived with her foo

"I have no interest in meddling in your affair, Hadar. But I will not let you and your short temper jeopardize Avalona's safety. I am here because you have vowed to protect Avalona and I honestly can't see how will you protect Avalona after getting destructed by eight nations in one war," she folded her arms and shot back. Her words hit his nerve. "Many tried but no one has ever able to defeat barbarian, let alone destroy," he barked. Rosalie knew all too well who he was referring to. Avalona. Rosalie drew a sigh. His hot temper was going to harm him someday. She only hoped Riva was calmer. "Going to war with Ghayna is an act of stupidity when you can easily persuade them through diplomacy. Whatever conditions I have made will only help Akkanth in a long run. It's a win-win situation for both the parties," she tried to make him understand. Ryker knew it already but his ego and temper had turned him a blind eye to reasons. "And what spell, pray tell, did you cast over th

"I will not hear any of it. You are attending the celebration," Sera told Rosalie. "I don't think it's a good idea, Sera. Your people will not like that," Rosalie refused politely. "How long are you going to be cooped up in this hut? And who cares about people?" she insisted. "Sera...you don't..""I don't want to hear anything. You are attending today's celebration and that's it," Sera stated in finality and then looked up at her with a smile, "pleaseee," she insisted. Rosalie gave her a smile and finally relented. Today was Adgar and Istas mating ceremony. The whole village was pumped up for the celebration. Sera was excited too and wanted Rosalie to attend the celebration with her. Despite Sera's insistence to wear barbarian's clothes, she wore her own gown. It was a simple light pink gown, the kind her maid wore back in the palace. She was nervous about joining in the celebration. There will be many faces scowling at her, many eyes glaring at her, and many mouths discussin

The heavy iron door loudly groaned as Ryker pulled it open. His heavy footsteps echoed in the dark, ominous corridor. The dungeon reeked of blood and rotten flesh but Ryker was too aggravated to feel revolted by it. The rage burgeoning inside him had deprived him of reasons. He quickly unlatched the lock and stepped inside the cell. His hazel orbs locked onto the man suspended by chains from the ceiling. His arms were painfully stretched out and his legs were shackled. Despite his condition, the man looked composed as he met his visitor's eyes " Never thought I'll see you again after your banishment, Antonious," Ryker remarked as he approached the man with threatening strides. "What do you want?" Antonious asked, glaring at the man in front of him. Ryker stopped a couple of steps away from him. His eyes glaring daggers at his captive. "The name. Tell me the name of the person who set you up to harm her," his tone was calm but strained with suppressed anger. Antonious features tw