Alastair conjured a shield around himself and proceeded to walk into the burning harem. One of the supports for the front door pulled off and hit his shield, bouncing off as It did. He walked inside, the flames and smoke almost blinding him. The heat and the smoke could Still penetrate through the shield.But he did not stop. He kept walking, looking from one room to the other."Cara!" He called out as he passed from one room to the other, the ceiling falling on his shield as he did. The fire was getting even hotter but he persisted. He kept on going, reinforcing his shield as he did."Cara!"He called out again but there was no reply. There were a lot of dead Bodies on the ground and as he kept on walking, he realized that he no longer felt the sudden tension he used to feel whenever he saw fire and bodies. Was he slowly getting free from the guilt the past held on him? Was his desire to protect Cara stronger than the losses and pain he had suffered?He realized it was. He needed to

Miranda wondered how the mages were able to find out about where she would be taking Alastair. At first, she could not make them out but then she realized that they were palace Mages. There was no way they could have known about Alastair's presence.Unless one of them has been spying on her. But she refused to believe that. It was creepy and it did not make any sense. And besides, she did not know of any mage in the palace with such skill. However, she decided to keep her head down for some time. She was genuinely worried about Alastair, and also for the little girl with him. Such a delicate child is being dragged into the complicated world of magic and mages. She wished there was more she could do for them, perhaps go to Reina to find them? And then, do what exactly?She sighed. Her emotions were getting the best of her. She needed a clear head and she was not going to get that thinking of Alastair.As she stepped out of her quarters, she seemed to see a chatter among the maids. She

Her legs were heavy as she trudged out of Richmond's Chambers. Never did she expect him to go so far. She knew he would do anything within his power to keep the throne for himself and although she believed she could do better for the people, she would never usurp him. That was not in her nature, she was not a thief.So why? Why did he have to strike some crazy deal with sorcerers? Why was he trying to frame Tyrion for Treason? Was he the one who sent him that money? No, it could not be. Miranda, at that very moment, realized who the true enemy was. It was the sorcerer in the shadows, the one behind Richmond's head, filling it with all sorts of ideas. That was the true enemy and she knew that her brother was too dumb to ever fight such a threat. She nearly fell, so she quickly helped herself by clenching to the wall. Her heart was heavy. She felt like crying because she did not like where the whole situation was going. It wouldn't end well. Someone was trying to destroy the royal fa

Miranda woke up in shock, all of her neck hurting her From the encounter of the previous night. She slowly massaged her neck as she got up from the bed, trying to wrap her head around what happened. But no explanation other than the fact that her brother wanted to take her out came to her mind.She felt betrayed. She never expected it to go that bad. She always knew how desperate he was but she never understood why he was so stupid and why he did things the way he did.She slowly walked toward the mirror and observed the pigmentation in her neck. Kevin's presence was a miracle which she thanked the gods for. She could not even fathom what would have happened if he hadn't shown.But then, she noticed that none of her maids had come to attend to her, not even that little girl. That was unusual in every way. Their presence was the one that usually woke her up. Where were they?She quickly freshened up by herself and walked out of her chambers, but what she saw made her blood run cold.Th

Damek exhaled as the smoke filled his nostrils. He was high from the amount of power he was taking into his body. His vision was getting blurred, his head was pounding and his breath getting raspy. The other sorcerers standing there began to look at him like some madman. Perhaps it was right to assume he was mad, for he was trying to take on too much power at the same time."Bring the blood."He said to no one in particular. The sorcerers there gazed at each other but none of them said or did anything."Bring the fucking blood to me!" He barked at them. One of the sorcerers then walked closer to him, legs and hands shaking terribly. Damek had already outstretched his arm and was waiting for the blood to be brought to him."Master, we no longer have fresh blood. We have exhausted all of our reserves."The sorcerer said and Damek froze. What was he talking about? They never ran out of blood. There was always some waiting should situations like that call for it. "What the bloody hell