บททั้งหมดของ In the Grip of king Roderick : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Cynthia stretched and yawned, her fingers brushing against Roderick's chest. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.Roderick kissed her forehead tenderly. "Good morning, my love."With a contented sigh, they nestled closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a perfect puzzle. The room was filled with the soothing sounds of birds singing outside, welcoming the new day.Feeling the need for sustenance, Roderick whispered, "How about breakfast in bed?"Cynthia's eyes sparkled with delight. "That sounds wonderful."Roderick climbed out of bed and disappeared into the kitchen, while Cynthia took a moment to reflect on the love they had built over the years. She marveled at the way Roderick's laughter still made her heart skip a beat and how his touch sent shivers down her spine.Minutes later, Roderick returned with a tray of breakfast delights—a steaming cup of coffee for Cynthia, a freshly squeezed orange juice for himself, and a spread of warm croissan

Rob paced around his dimly lit room, the soft hum of a desk lamp casting a warm glow over his cluttered workspace. His thoughts were consumed by the vivid image that had visited him in his dream—a magnificent white horse galloping through a moonlit meadow. With determined steps, he approached the wall adorned with canvases of past creations. The anticipation of bringing this dream to life filled him with excitement. His hand reached for the dusty paintbrush nestled among jars of vibrant colors. As he dipped the brush into a pool of pure white paint, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to recall every detail of the dream. The graceful curves of the horse's form, the shimmering mane that flowed like liquid silver, and the intensity in its eyes—all these elements swirled in his mind. With a deep breath, Rob touched the brush to the canvas. His strokes were both confident and gentle, mirroring the horse's ethereal elegance. The paint flowed from the brush, creating delicate line

Rob and Setiya sat together at the cozy breakfast table, the morning sun gently streaming through the curtains. They sipped on their coffee in silence, a comfortable calm enveloping them. Rob's gaze softened as he looked into Setiya's eyes, his concern evident in his expression.Rob: (softly) Setiya, I can't help but notice something. Did you cry?Setiya: (her expression turning serious) (pauses) No, Rob, I didn't.Rob: (concern still evident) Are you sure? You can talk to me if something's bothering you.Setiya: (smiles reassuringly) Thank you, Rob, but I'm okay. It's just been a long day, that's all.Rob continued to clear the breakfast dishes, the warm morning sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window. He couldn't help but wonder what might be occupying Setiya's thoughts. As he stacked the plates, he couldn't help but think about their relationship and the unspoken feelings that seemed to linger between them. It was moments like these that made him realize how much he cared

--- The sun had set, and the world outside was cloaked in darkness. Inside their home, soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm and intimate glow in the room. Roderick and Cynthia sat on the couch, their legs entwined, and a cozy blanket draped over their laps. They had just finished watching a romantic movie, and the credits rolled on the screen. The lingering emotions from the film filled the room, creating an atmosphere of tenderness and vulnerability. Roderick turned to Cynthia, his eyes reflecting the affection he felt. "You know, that movie reminded me of us," he said, his voice a gentle whisper. Cynthia smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. "In what way?" Roderick reached for her hand, their fingers fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. "It reminded me of how our love story has its own beautiful plot twists, heartwarming moments, and a love that's stood the test of time." Cynthia leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, sweet kiss. "Our love is the g

---With the morning sun now fully risen, its warmth enveloped Roderick and Cynthia, chasing away the last traces of the early chill. They sat together, absorbing the beauty of the valley below, and watched as nature's symphony unfolded around them.Birds flitted from tree to tree, their melodies joining in a chorus of celebration. The valley, bathed in sunlight, revealed its vibrant colors—a tapestry of greens, yellows, and blues that stretched to the horizon.Roderick turned to Cynthia once more, his voice a gentle whisper. "Our love is like this sunrise, my dear. It brings light, warmth, and a sense of wonder to every day."Cynthia's heart swelled with love as she looked into his eyes. "And just like the sunrise, it's a promise of new beginnings."As they sat on that hillside, hand in hand, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of nature, Roderick and Cynthia knew that their love was a force of nature itself—a love that could weather any storm and shine even brighter with each pass