All Chapters of The Noble's Promise: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ The next morning I walked down from my room leading to the dining area. A part of me eager to start the day.  Dad was seated at the head of the dining table hiding behind his broad sheets while Mama took her seat adjacent to his. The dining area smelled of freshly baked Cinnamon rolls. Mama never baked them until it was Christmas and currently we were in mid year. Not that I complained, I've been a fan of Cinnamon rolls. I looked around the table in an attempt to find my favourite rolls. When I spotted them, I broke into a run half way through my way. Halting I grabbed a cinnamon roll and was about to devour it when my gaze fell on Mama. She was no longer sitting but standing and carefully observing my moves, a hand on her chest. My sudden run must

ROSALEIGH ISABELLE   The hall reverberated with another round of applause as the announcer continued with his commencing speech.   With bated breath, I moved forward towards the main stage. Currently, all the students stood backstage. It was our graduation day. The internship for our batch was to be conducted after a four-weak break. It would be a 24 weeks program in one of the best hospitals around Nashville.   My eyes darted towards Gracelyn and Lucille, as we stood ahead in the queue according to the alphabetic order of our names. I was behind Remus Lynn while Alex was in the upfront with Adam. His blue ceremony gown ending near his ankles where his blue jeans was visible. They seemed into a deep conversation. Amanda Chris

JAYDEN ALEXANDER.   It was first time in past two weeks after our graduation when Rosaleigh had agreed to get out of the house. Everytime we planned an outing Rosaleigh faked illness or found some weird excuses. It was as if she was hiding in the house from something.   Today too she had made a point she wouldn't go out in the city so Grace came up with the idea of a movie night at her place. I was glad to have Grace here, she was really helpful when it came to Rosaleigh.   During the ride, Rosaleigh kept glancing around as if trying to spot something or someone. After I asked her what's the matter, she replied with an insouciant shrugg before shrinking in the passenger seat.  

LUCILLE The credits rolled in concluding the first film. Small chatters carried on around the living room. Luke had went to get tarts for me. All I needed was a sugar rush to keep me going all night. I peeked inside the kitchen from my spot. Luke was taking extra time. Before I could protest, a shattering shrill caused me to cover my ears. In no time Adam was hovering over me, forcing my head down towards his chest. But the force caused me to fall on my side, near the shattered glass window. A prickling pain shot through my arm as my heart raced at the sight of the gun Adam used to shoot towards the broken glass doors. I turned to look at Grace who was crouched beside sofa, Alex was sheilding Rosaleigh in a careful way while she clung to him like a second skin. In no time shots rung at the ceiling lights, darkness covering over us. Luke too had a gun

THIRD PERSON POV. The air in the hall was filled with despondency, the walls were screaming of terror, which were once painted with glee and peace. The lights did little to no work beating away the darkness that had settled on the plush walls of the castle which had been Edward's residence for almost two decades. Ruling as one of the most powerful dictators of the time, Edward was loosing interest as nothing excited him anymore. The people of Orbloem didn't cause any ruckus finally accepting their fate and Edward as their Ruler. Edward was running out of excuses to punish the innocents. Everything including sexually traumatizing young girls had lost its essence as a new complication was making its presence prominent in his life. Edward was aging, his life span nearing the inevitable end no mortal could escape. Death. His once energetic bones now creaked and groaned whenever he tried engaging himself in the venereal act. Edward was in a desperate need of an heir as the whispers abou