All Chapters of Queen of the iron throne : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I have been up for a few hours now. I left the infirmary without waiting to be released by any of our nurses. I believe I understand my own heart's condition better than they do, therefore I won't need their assistance unless they can somehow mend the emotional harm it sustained today. It's almost midnight now, and I'm by myself in my room. As alone as I can be with Sarah, my maid, that is. I should have at least one maid to take care of me because I am a noble. I dislike the system, but that's just the way it operates. I find it offensive that I should feel dependent on someone to take care of me when I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I had informed Sarah of this the instant she was tasked with helping me, and even though I had rebuffed her attempts to help me dress and take a shower, her insistence had eventually tired me out. She soon developed a schedule of doing my hair in the morning, before supper, and before bed after I consented to allow her to make minor cosm

Really? And that's all true?" I responded. Although I've heard a lot of rumors about the Gahndors, I could never have imagined one this intricate. It was hard for me to believe, especially since I'd heard largely good things about the royal family my whole childhood.Macy wiggles uneasily. "Well... they are just rumors, but they make sense when you look at the Gahndors themselves. Prince Kohl, for example, is known for being quite... cold... with his people. And King Galen isn't much different." I'm going to ask her to explain when there's a quick knock on the door. It opens a few moments later, and an elderly woman glances inside. Her face is lined with wrinkles that come from frowning too much, and her blonde hair is full of grey strands. Her slate-grey eyes locate mine, and as she fixes her stare on me, a shudder runs up my spine. We just look at each other for a little while. She then grinned."Miss. Agnarys, you're here. Good. My name is Greta, and I am the Head Maid." She becko

Silver platters laden with flavorful delicacies eventually make their way to the table, where I and a few other maids are left to serve portions. By the time I find my way back to the wall, my cheeks are burning again, and I avoid making eye contact with any of my sisters. I take my time watching the competitors as they eat. I decide that the girl from Nirnsich is the most attractive, and that's why Althea was chatting with her. She has also identified her as her biggest opponent, therefore I assume she abides by the adage "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."But when I look at each face more closely, I realize how unique they are all. Who is descended from which lineage and who is not a sister are readily apparent.There are six noble bloodlines in Raelia. The Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Steel; Cliffgard, Earth, and Moon; Ounsli, Earth, and Moon; and Fragor, Storm, are the Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Moon, respectively.And there's the line of Gahndor. Everything

I struggle to get air as I gasp and scratch at the wall next to me. I have a smothering feeling.I saw swimming black specks. On wobbly knees, I bolt across the hallway and make for the stairs. I have to locate the hospital. I have to find it before my heart completely fails and I faint.Dunk, dunk, dunk, tha, dunk, dunk, tha.My heart keeps spasming despite my best efforts to stop it by clawing at my chest. The world turns around me, and I can only see through a little tunnel while I struggle to figure out where I am and hold back the vomit that is rising in my throat.I glance at the doors as I blunder into the palace, tripping over ornate decorations and accent tables. kitchen. Room for storage. Do laundry.No, no, no, no...I locate it at last. I have no idea how I discover it, but a part of me thinks that as I scramble to find the door and push it open, some god must be grinning down on me. I am blinded by the intense light from the torches, but I ignore this and rush for the wal

The sickly sweet smell of roses welcomes me. Rose gardens quickly encircle me, all neatly hemmed in by vibrant green hedges. The gravel walk that winds through the courtyard is dotted with trees that offer protection from the sun's rays. I start to move while attempting to relax and even out my breathing.Something blue twitches on the dirt path as I move. Glancing down, I see a small blue bird flying wildly as the other hangs helplessly by its side.My heart aches, and I cup the small bird in my palms before I can stop myself. It snaps at the touch, defending itself by pecking at my hand, but I immediately quiet it and draw it in closer to my chest."There, there. I'm not going to hurt you," I'm whispering. The bird's beady eyes pop up to examine my face, pit less and black. Even still, as I gently prod the wing, it stops resisting and instead holds still, and I feel a small sense of trust in it.It's broken, broken exactly like my nose probably is. But unlike a bird's wing, my nose