Osei's home was a modest single-story structure made of mud and straw, with a thatched roof that sloped steeply to the ground. The exterior walls of the building were covered in a thick layer of mud and had a somewhat lumpy texture, indicating that it was an old and well-used structure. The front of the building faced the road, and there was a small garden patch that stretched out from the front door, filled with medicinal herbs and plants.There were a few windows on the outside of the building, but they were small and did not let in much light, making the interior of the home dark and shadowy. There was a single wooden door at the front of the building, which was sturdy and had an iron handle, giving the impression of strength and security.The roof of the building was supported by sturdy wooden beams, which were visible from the outside. They gave the impression that the building was well-constructed and could withstand the harsh weather conditions of the area.There were also a fe
Derek walked into his father's chambers, head bowed in greeting. "Father," he said softly, "I have returned from Blood Moon Pack."Ragnar looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowed. "How did the journey go? Did you find anything useful?"Derek took a deep breath before responding. "I was able to get access to a lot of their medical records, but I didn't find anything related to the blue blade disease or its antidote."Ragnar's hand trembled with anger, and his grip on the cup of wine tightened until his knuckles turned white. Derek's response was not what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear that his son had found the cure, that he had accomplished something worthwhile. But instead, he was faced with the harsh reality that Derek had come back empty-handed.Without warning, he flung the cup of wine across the room. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the liquid splattered against the wall. The red wine trickled down the surface, staining the otherwise pristine walls.Derek
The royal stables were bustling with activity as the stablehands went about their daily chores. Derek strode in, his boots thudding against the dirt floor as he scanned the stables, looking for a horse to ride. He saw some men were busy grooming a few horses at the far end of the stables, their brushes moving rhythmically over the horses' gleaming coats.Derek made his way towards them, his footsteps quickening with each step. As he approached, one of the men looked up and nodded in greeting."Need a horse to ride, Your Highness?" the man asked, wiping his forehead with a rag.Derek scanned the horses, his eyes flickering over the sleek, well-groomed creatures. But his gaze soon fell on a black stallion, untamed and fierce-looking, standing in a corner."That one," Derek said, pointing at the black horse.The man shook his head. "That one's untamed, Your Highness. We don't let just anyone ride it."Derek was too angry to respond, so he strode over to the black horse and grabbed the rei
Derek laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling when he heard a light knock on the door. He quickly sat up, feeling a bit startled as he wasn't expecting any visitors. When Derek opened the door, he was surprised to see Aurora standing there. She had an inquisitive look in her eyes as she peered into his room with curiosity and Derek couldn't help but feel mesmerized by her beauty. Aurora slowly entered Derek's room, looking around with awe before finally turning her gaze towards him once again. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she took a few steps closer until they were just inches away from each other. "What brings you here?" Derek asked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. Aurora smiled mischievously before replying, "Do I need any invitation to visit my mate's chambers?" “Um…of course not,” Derek stuttered, a little flustered. Aurora slowly walked in, taking in all the details of Derek's room before finally stopping at the bed where he had been lying moments ago.D
"I didn't kill him, I swear it!" Sari wailed, her voice cracking with emotion. "I was only there after he fell!"Drea leaned down, her dark eyes boring into Sari's. "Then tell me, Sari, how did he fall? Did you see anyone else in the room with him?"Sari shook her head frantically. "I don't know, I swear! I was just going to check on him, but when I got there, he was already on the ground!"The investigation room of the royal arena was a cold and dreary place, filled with an eerie silence that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The walls were made of solid stone and had a greyish tint to them, as if the very walls themselves were mocking the prisoners who were held there.Sari could see that the walls were adorned with all sorts of instruments of torture. There were rods, whips, nails, ropes, and other things that made her shudder in fear. They hung ominously from hooks on the wall, like a warning to anyone who dared to cross the royal family.The investigator, a tall an
Aurora was in her chambers, about to retire for the night when Derek suddenly came inside. “De—” “Shut up,” he said, approaching in a speed of lightning, not giving her time to say a word before he went straight up to her and kissed her passionately. Aurora rose from the stool with their lips locked together and they stumbled onto the bed, still kissing hungrily as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Their lips moved against each other hungrily, exploring every inch of the other's mouth with an intensity that can only be found in true love. Aurora felt her heart racing as she allowed herself to get lost in his embrace; it was like a wave of pleasure washing over her body from head to toe. Derek ran his hands across Aurora's back while his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. She responded eagerly, pushing further into him with each stroke of his tongue until finally he pulled away slightly, leaving them both breathless and longing for more. They continued kissing hungril
Ragnar was lying on his bed, his breathing labored as he coughed up blood. His eyes were sunken and his skin was pallid, giving him a deathly appearance. The physician was by his side, feverishly concocting a medicine to help ease the pain and cure his illness. The physician's assistant was standing by the bed, a handkerchief clutched in her hand.The assistant, a young woman with a gentle face, leaned over Ragnar as he coughed up another mouthful of blood. She reached out and placed the handkerchief over his mouth, trying to catch the blood as it spilled out. The handkerchief was quickly stained red with the blood, evidence of the severity of Ragnar's condition.The physician worked feverishly, his hands moving quickly as he mixed together various herbs and powders. He added the mixture to a boiling pot of water, the steam rising up and filling the room with the sweet aroma of healing herbs. The assistant watched as he worked, her eyes focused on the task at hand.They were both dres
The three guards knelt before Ragnar, their heads bowed in respect. Ragnar looked down at them, his expression stern. "You have been chosen for a very important mission," he said. "You are to go to the Blood Moon Pack and find a secret black cave of Oints….or whatever that is. Anyway, you are to bring back whatever you find there. Do you understand?"They were dressed in plain, commoner clothing to blend in with the crowds they would encounter on their mission to the Blood Moon Pack. Their clothes were simple and functional, with sturdy boots and dark-colored tunics that wouldn't draw attention.The guards nodded, their faces serious. "We understand, your highness," one of them said. "We will not fail you."Ragnar narrowed his eyes, studying them. "You had better not," he said. "This is a dangerous mission. The land you are going to is that of my enemy. You must be very careful and move as discreetly as possible. You must not draw attention to yourselves."The guards nodded agai