43.Derek walked over to the stone table and reached for the wine jar, pouring himself a cup of the rich red liquid. He then carefully placed the jar back in its original spot and reached into his pocket, taking out a small bottle of potion.*****His eyes fell upon a small vial with a label that read "Truth Serum." He couldn't believe his luck. He carefully picked up the vial and examined it. The liquid inside was clear, and it seemed to shimmer in the light. Derek knew that this potion could come in handy, especially in situations where he needed to extract information from someone.As he held the vial in his hand, he felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. He knew that the potion was powerful and that it could have serious consequences if used improperly.Derek carefully tucked the vial into his pocket, making sure that it was secure*****The hut was a small, secluded place in the Royal Arena, designed for privacy and intimacy. The inside of the hut was lit with scented candle
Derek watched intently as Aurora held the cup of wine in her hand, taking in its aroma. He felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety, hoping she would take a sip of the spiked wine soon. He couldn't wait any longer to get the truth out of her about the antidote he desperately needed.As Aurora lifted the cup to her lips, Derek's heart raced with anticipation. He felt like he was holding his breath, waiting for her to drink. But to his dismay, Aurora didn't take a sip. Instead, she savored the aroma, swirling the cup in her hand and taking in the scent.Derek tried his best to hide his frustration and impatience, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He couldn't help but think about all the risks he had taken to get the truth serum and how important it was to obtain the antidote. He didn't want to waste any more time.He tried to control his emotions and kept his eyes fixed on Aurora, hoping she would finally drink the wine. But she didn't, and instead, she continued to swirl the cu
Furo skillfully skinned the squirrel that Gasher had caught earlier, removing the fur in one swift motion. He then proceeded to gut and clean the animal, removing its internal organs with ease. Once he finished preparing the squirrel, he impaled it on a wooden stick and held it over the fire.As the squirrel slowly roasted over the flames, Furo made sure to turn it regularly, ensuring that it cooked evenly on all sides. The aroma of the roasting meat filled the air, making Zen's mouth water. He couldn't wait to taste the juicy meat that Furo was cooking.Gasher watched with interest as Furo continued to cook the squirrel. He was impressed by Furo's skill and speed, and couldn't wait to taste the finished product. "You sure know how to handle a knife," Gasher remarked, nodding towards the sharp blade that Furo had used to skin the animal.Furo simply grinned and shrugged. "I've had a lot of practice," he replied, his eyes fixed on the roasting squirrel.As the squirrel cooked, the fla
The physician took the purse from Derek's hand, feeling its weight as he handed it over. She noticed that it was made of a rich, dark leather and had ornate gold detailing around the edges. As she opened the purse, the sight of the four large gold bars took her breath away.Each bar was approximately the size of her hand and glinted in the light of the chamber. The surface was smooth and flawless, with intricate designs etched into the metal. The physician couldn't help but run her fingers over the gold, marveling at its beauty.As she looked at the gold bars, the physician's eyes gleamed with excitement. She had never seen such a large amount of gold in one place before, and the thought of what she could do with it made her heart race. She turned to Derek, still holding the purse in her hand."Why are you giving this to me?" she asked, surprised by his generosity."To buy your silence about Aurora's condition," Derek replied, his face serious.The physician's eyebrows shot up in surp
Miranda and a few other maids are pushing the carts filled with leftover food from the royal chambers back to the kitchen. They were chatting amongst themselves, mostly about their plight as slaves in the arena. One maid, Lila, was saying that she couldn't take it anymore and that she was planning to escape."I'm sick of being treated like an animal. I want to be free," Lila said, pushing the cart with all her might."But where will you go?" Miranda asked, feeling a pang of sympathy for her friend."I don't know," Lila replied, her voice cracking. "Anywhere is better than here."Another maid, Shira, chimed in. "But even if you escape, where will you go? You have no family, no money, nothing.""I don't care," Lila said, her eyes determined. "I'll find a way. I can't live like this anymore."Miranda didn't say anything. She knew how Lila felt, but she also knew that escaping wasn't the answer. She had seen too many slaves try to escape, only to be caught and punished even more severely.
Aurora slowly opened her eyes, feeling a bit groggy and disoriented. As she blinked a few times, she realized that she was lying down on a soft bed. She looked around and saw that she was in a small, cozy room. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, and there was a small window that let in some sunlight. She saw Derek sleeping next to her, his hand holding onto hers tightly. She smiled at the sight of him, feeling grateful to have him by her side.As she tried to sit up, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She lay back down and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself. After a few moments, the dizziness passed, and she sat up slowly, looking at Derek again. He looked so peaceful and innocent while asleep, and she couldn't resist running her fingers through his hair. It was soft and silky to the touch, and she enjoyed the tender feel of it.As she leaned down to kiss his cheek, Derek suddenly stirred and opened his eyes. He sat up quickly and looked at her w
Fel was still drooling at her beauty when Miranda snapped her fingers to call her out of her reverie. "I said, how do I look?" Miranda asked, still smiling.Fel quickly composed herself and leaned towards Miranda, still staring at her intently. "Breathtaking," Fel said, her voice barely audible. "You could be mistaken for a princess."Miranda's countenance suddenly turned a little serious. She walked closer to Fel, holding the bars. "Shall I tell you a secret?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial.Fel's eyes widened in excitement. "Yes, please do!" she said eagerly."Well, the truth is...I'm not really a commoner," Miranda began slowly, her eyes darting nervously to Fel's face.Fel's expression changed from one of amusement to one of surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked."I mean, I'm not just a maid," Miranda explained. "I'm actually a black blood.”Fel's eyes widened even more in shock. "You mean a witch?" she asked, almost breathless."Yes, from a highborn witch family.
Ragnar's chambers were grand and opulent, with high ceilings and a grand fireplace that burned bright orange in the corner. The walls were lined with shelves full of ancient tomes and priceless artifacts. The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles on the shelves.Ragnar was sitting at his desk, his face twisted into a scowl as he read through some scrolls. The silence was broken by the sound of the door creaking open, and Derek walking in.As Derek entered, Ragnar's eyes darted up and he glared at his son. He quickly scanned Derek from head to toe before picking up a nearby potted plant.With a swift motion, Ragnar hurled the plant at Derek. The plant went flying through the air, its leaves rustling as it spun towards Derek's head. Derek barely had time to react, and the pot smashed into his temple with a sickening thud.Derek fell to the ground, his hand clamped over his bleeding head. He groaned in pain as Ragnar stood up from his desk, a look of disgust etched across his fa