All Chapters of In the Grip of king Roderick : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

PRESENT SCENEINT. ARDONA PALACE - GRAND CHAMBER OF SALENA - DAY The grand chamber of Salena's quarters emanates an air of regal splendor, adorned with opulent furnishings and vibrant tapestries that tell tales of ancient legends. Soft candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the atmosphere of mystique and elegance. "My foolish woman!" Queen Kana's voice rings out once more, her words carrying both scorn and concern. Her narrowed eyes and curled lips reveal the depth of her displeasure. "What's the matter, my Queen?" Salena inquires with respectful humility, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. She contemplates her actions and their consequences, anxious to understand the reasons behind Queen Kana's discontent. "The sun blazes with its full radiance, and yet you remain in slumber!" Queen Kana adds, her frustration evident as she moves with a swift and assertive grace, tugging at Salena's blanket in a desperate attempt to shake her from her drowsy haze. T

As the commotion in the grand chamber continued, Roderick found himself drawn towards her, his steps guided by an invisible force. He couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to the enigmatic girl amidst the opulent surroundings. Her eyes held a fierce determination that mirrored his own longing for something more than the constraints of royalty. In her presence, he felt a yearning for a life unrestrained by tradition and expectations. It was a dangerous desire, Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Roderick felt an electric charge between them, As he stood before her, the whispers of courtiers faded into the background, and the grand chamber seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them "Cynthia?" Roderick's voice barely rose above a whisper as he gazed at her with a mix of surprise and intrigue. She met his gaze with an expressionless face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and allure. "No, I'm Anna," she replied, as she rounded her arms, her voice like a siren's c

"Wise choice," With a regal air, I commanded, "Show the lady to her chamber, Sylvian," my eyes locking onto hers with a mix of authority and curiosity. Sylvian's response was ever respectful, "Yes, my highness." As I observed her, I was well aware that her presence within the palace walls would stir a whirlwind of curiosity among the courtiers and servants. While maintaining direct eye contact, I instructed Sylvian, "If anyone asks who she is, reply to them," pausing for a moment to let the weight of my words sink in, "SHE. IS. THE. KING'S LOVE INTEREST." Her eyes widened with astonishment, her emotions laid bare for me to see. I could sense her being taken aback by my unexpected declaration. Without lingering, I stepped back from her, allowing her some space to process the revelation. Meanwhile, Sylvian took the lead, guiding her with a reassuring gesture, "Cynthia, this way." As our gazes briefly connected, a tempest of emotions swirled in her eyes - anger, confusion, and disbel

INT. ARDONA PALACE - THE LOCAL MARKET - DAY In the dimly lit alley, the mysterious figure navigated with an uncanny grace, seeming to blend seamlessly with the night. His enigmatic aura exuded an unsettling energy, causing anyone who caught a glimpse of him to instinctively shudder. His dark cloak, seemingly absorbing the very essence of the shadows, swayed gently with each step he took, concealing his movements like a master illusionist. Whispers among the townsfolk spoke of a powerful sorcerer, rumored to possess ancient wisdom and wield magic beyond mortal comprehension. They called him "The Shadowed Sage," for he materialized like a specter from the depths of the darkest recesses and then vanished without a trace, leaving only a chilling sense of his presence behind. Legend had it that the origins of this enigmatic being were lost to time, buried beneath layers of myth and secrecy. Some believed he was an immortal, cursed to wander the realms for eternity, while others insisted

The atmosphere in the chamber was tense as Erick's footsteps echoed off the walls, indicating his evident agitation. His brow furrowed and jaw clenched, he exuded an aura of controlled anger, making it clear that something had deeply unsettled him. Kana's eyes widened with shock as she saw Erick burst into her private space, his presence commanding attention and respect. Her heart raced, unsure of what had prompted this unexpected visit. She tried to maintain composure, but her hands trembled slightly at the sight of his intense expression. The maid, sensing the gravity of the situation, quickly straightened her posture and bowed deeply, her eyes avoiding direct contact with Erick. Her actions were a mix of fear and respect, a clear sign of the authority Erick held within the palace. Amidst the charged silence, Erick's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Leave," he commanded firmly, and all the other maids hurriedly exited the room, leaving Kana and Erick alone. Kana stood up