As he entered the room, he took in the sight of Ragnar lying in bed, seemingly unaware of his presence. He leaned on his stick, studying the king carefully, and noticing the frailty in his appearance. Ragnar's skin was pale, and his breathing was shallow, a clear indication that the sickness had taken its toll on him.He recalled the brief meeting he had with Magnus and how he had divulged information about Ragnar's plans with his daughter, also being aware that Magnus was going to wage war against Ragnar because of it.Gasher gave Ragnar's shoulder a slight tap.Ragnar stirred from his slumber as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Gasher, standing beside his bed. Ragnar's vision was slightly blurry, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the chamber.As he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he became more aware of his surroundings and the presence of the diviner. The room was silent exce
Ragnar looked at the Diviner with a solemn expression, "The ingredients are innocent baby pups born during an eclipse," he said.The Diviner's eyes widened in disbelief and horror as Ragnar revealed the ingredients used to make the blue blade potion. He felt a cold sweat break out all over his body as he realized the enormity of what Ragnar had just told him. It was a number one taboo against the Lindlings, who were known to be fierce protectors of their kind in the underground world, and would not hesitate to wipe out an entire pack if they felt they had been wronged in any way.The Diviner's mind raced with the implications of this revelation. If word ever got out that Ragnar had used innocent baby pups born during an eclipse to make the potion, it would cause a great uproar among the Lindlings, and they would stop at nothing to seek revenge. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check, as he knew showing any sign of shock or horror would only serve to further agitate R
Miranda trudged through the dense woods with a heavy heart, each step feeling like a burden on her sore feet. The rough terrains seemed determined to prolong her journey home, but she pressed on despite the pain. Her labored breaths were visible in the chilly morning air.Miranda shivered violently as the coldness of the morning pierced through her thin clothes. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, causing a faint, staccato sound to emanate from her mouth. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to preserve any warmth she had left in her body, but it was no use. The icy breeze cut through her like a sharp knife, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Her breaths came out in foggy puffs, a visible testament to the frigid temperature. Every step felt like she was trudging through a sea of icy water, and her feet felt numb and heavy. Her whole body trembled as she moved forward,Miranda winced as she felt the sting of the wounds on her body. It was as if tiny whips were still lashing
One of the men, engrossed in the task of cutting down the tree, noticed a faint movement in the distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what it was. Suddenly, he realized that it was a woman walking towards them. He called out to the others, "Hey, look over there, a woman is coming!"The others stopped what they were doing and turned to see for themselves. They chuckled amongst themselves, joking about who the woman might be and whose type she might be."Maybe she's into tall, dark, and handsome," one of them said, eliciting a round of laughter from the group."Or maybe she's into strong, silent types," another chimed in, earning a few nods of agreement.She appeared to be weak and disoriented, barely able to stand on her own two feet. Her movements were slow and unsteady, as if every step required all of her strength.Her hair was disheveled and fell messily around her face, which was pale and contorted in pain. Her dress was torn in several places, and blood had soaked t
Magnus furrowed his brows in a deep frown as he observed the vast plains below. The beauty of the land was undeniable, with its rolling hills and expansive fields, but Magnus couldn't appreciate it in his current state of mind. His thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.Overlooking the vast expanse of the plains below the beauty of the landscape was undeniable - rolling hills stretched out before him, dotted with verdant trees and grassy fields. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. The sky was a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, with wispy clouds painted in hues of gold and silver.But despite the beauty of the scene before him, Magnus could feel a deep anger burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His gaze shifted beyond the horizon, where the borders of the Scorpion Zeal pack lay. Hatred for his enemy burned within him, fueled by a desire for ve
The maids frantically packed their belongings, the room filled with commotion. Some were shoving each other, while others were arguing about their belongings. One maid shouted, "That's mine, give it back!" while another retorted, "No, it's not, I had it first!" The room was chaotic, with everyone trying to grab their things as quickly as possible.Another maid was trying to pack her jewelry when she realized that her necklace was missing. She searched frantically through her belongings, but it was nowhere to be found. "Has anyone seen my necklace?" she asked the others, hoping someone had accidentally picked it up. But nobody had seen it, and her panic only grew as she thought about losing something so valuable.In the midst of the chaos, one of the maids accidentally knocked over a vase, causing it to shatter on the ground. "Oh no, what have you done?" exclaimed another maid, irritated. "Can't you be more careful?" The maid apologized profusely, but the others were already rush
92.Carissa stirred from her slumber as she heard the faint creak of the door opening. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dimness of the room. "Who's there?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep.A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, and Carissa's eyes widened in recognition. It was Era, one of the maids who worked in the palace. Carissa struggled to sit up, wincing as she felt the dull ache in her bones. "Era, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Era walked towards her cage, her footsteps as silent as a cat's. "The princess asked me to give you this," she said, tossing a key towards Carissa. The princess? Carissa thought, confused. Why would she give me a key?Carissa looked down at the key, hesitating before picking it up. She turned to Era, about to ask her what it was for when she spoke up. "What else would it be for?" Era said, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. "It's the key to the cage. The princess
The six people in white robes stood still, eyes closed, hands clasped together as they waited for Fred to start the eclipse calling ceremony. The burning pyre in the center of the square emitted a warm glow, casting flickering shadows on the ground. Suddenly, Fred began to dance around the square, howling words that were incomprehensible to everyone but him. He walked around, rattling the short stick in his hand, while the others in white robes began to sway to the beat of the music.Gasher watched from the sidelines, his face tense with anticipation. Fred's dance grew more intense, his howls louder as he worked himself into a frenzy. His feet pounded the ground as he twirled, his arms flailing around him.Ragnar watched from his seat, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. He was surrounded by Gasher and a few other guards, all of whom looked on with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As Fred's dance reached its climax, Ragnar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he watch