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Blood on the throne EPISODE 79 – SHADOWS IN THE SILENCE
Scene 1 – A Rift Between Master and StudentKarmora’s night was alive with quiet sounds—the rustling of trees, the distant murmurs of late-night traders, the occasional bark of a stray hound. The sky stretched vast and dark, speckled with stars that barely outshone the flickering lanterns of the village. The streets were calm, but the air carried the weight of something unresolved.Jagaban stood at the edge of the path leading to Amara’s hut. His gaze was fixed ahead, watching as Zafar approached from the riverbank. The young warrior’s form was shrouded in exhaustion—his shoulders heavy, his sword dragging just slightly in his grip.But his eyes were sharp.He saw Jagaban. He knew he was there.And yet, he walked past without a word.Jagaban exhaled, then followed. His steps were slow, deliberate, as if giving Zafar a chance to acknowledge him. But the boy never did.Near the hut, Zafar halted. He didn’t turn around, but his hands clenched into fists.“What do you want?” His voice was
Blood on the throne Episode 1: Fractured Loyalties
The war was over, but the weight of its aftermath bore down on the soldiers like an iron yoke. They trudged through the blood-soaked plains, battered and exhausted, their armor dented and tarnished by the clash of steel. Some carried their wounded comrades on crude stretchers fashioned from shields and spears, while others leaned heavily on each other, every step a struggle.Panseke, the neighboring kingdom, had fallen, but the victory rang hollow. It was not a triumph born of glory but of necessity—land had been the prize, a stretch of fertile soil that both kingdoms claimed as their own.The soldiers walked in heavy silence, their faces etched with the kind of weariness that went beyond physical exhaustion. Whispers began to ripple through the ranks, quiet voices breaking through the oppressive quiet like fragile sparks in the dark.“Over land,” one soldier murmured, his voice tinged with bitterness. “We bled and died over land.”“Land that isn’t ours to till,” another added, shakin
Blood on the throne Chapter 2: Shadows of the Crown
7 years later on. The grand library of Zathrea was an imposing structure, its arched windows spilling golden light into the chilly evening air. Inside, rows of towering bookshelves stretched to the domed ceiling, each one packed with centuries of knowledge and forgotten secrets. The smell of aged parchment mingled with the faint scent of burning incense from a nearby brazier, creating an air of reverence.Prince Darius sat hunched at a heavy oak table, his fingers idly tracing the leather binding of an ancient text. Shadows danced across his face, emphasizing the hollows beneath his eyes. Though the room was warm, a chill settled over him, a heaviness he couldn’t shake.Behind him, the heavy door creaked open. Shakur stepped inside, his presence a stark contrast to the grandeur of the library. With his plain tunic and calloused hands, the farmer seemed out of place, yet his sharp gaze gave him an undeniable authority. He paused, observing Darius’s rigid posture before speaking.“You’
Blood on the throne Chapter 3: Shadows in the Maize
The maize field stretched endlessly, its towering stalks rustling in the wind. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land. It was one of the many farms Shakur claimed as his own, though none were legally acquired. Darius’s influence had made these acquisitions possible, often through coercion or outright theft. The people who once owned these lands had long disappeared, their voices silenced under the weight of royal connections and whispered threats.In the center of the field stood five figures. Four of them were strangers to this land—hardened men with weathered faces and the cold, detached eyes of those who had seen too much bloodshed. The fifth was Shakur, his stance casual but his expression tense as he addressed the group.“These are your targets,” Shakur began, holding out a scroll. “This man we’re talking about is dangerous. He’s always armed, even when he sleeps. And his personal guard? Some of the best swordsmen in the kingdom. You’ll need more t
Blood on the throne Episode 4: The Gathering Storm
The kingdom buzzed with the usual anticipation of the royal parade, but in the shadows, darker forces prepared to strike. In the halls of the palace, Lucian wrestled with the burdens of duty, while beyond the walls, his enemies set the stage for his downfall.A Meeting of KillersThe tavern on the outskirts of the kingdom was a place of filth, secrecy, and unspoken rules. The kind of place where eyes were kept down, and lives could be bought and sold over a drink.At a dimly lit corner, Jagaban and his men gathered around a wooden table, their faces hidden beneath their hoods. The candlelight flickered over Jagaban’s scarred features as he surveyed his crew.He placed a small dagger on the table, its blade gleaming in the weak light. “This,” he said, his gravelly voice cutting through the murmur of the tavern, “is what ends a kingdom.”The youngest of the group, Crow, leaned forward, eager. “When do we strike?”Jagaban smirked. “Patience, boy. First, we learn our prey.” He turned to S
Blood on the throne Episode 5: Shadows of the Past
The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the kingdom in a warm glow as drums echoed through the streets, announcing the arrival of Prince Lucian and his royal guards. It was the last day of the month, and as tradition demanded, the prince rode through the villages under his rule, reinforcing his presence among the people and strengthening their loyalty to the crown.Men and women lined the dusty roads, their faces alight with admiration. Children ran beside the royal procession, laughing and calling out Lucian’s name. Some villagers knelt in reverence, while others stretched their hands towards him, eager to catch a glimpse of their future king.For years, this parade had been a symbol of stability—a ritual that reminded the people that the throne still watched over them. Yet, for Lucian, it felt different this time.Seated atop his black stallion, his gaze flickered over the cheering crowd, his expression unreadable. His posture was rigid, and his right hand rested instinctively on
Blood on the throne Chapter 6: Dividing the kingdom
Darius's RantThe library was quiet, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows across the room. Shakur stood near the window, his face impassive as Darius stormed in, slamming the heavy oak door behind him."I have always known you to be a failure!" Darius roared, his voice echoing through the room. "And now you're determined to drag me down with you, aren't you?!"Shakur flinched slightly but quickly composed himself, lowering his gaze to the floor."What does it take to kill one man? Months?Months, Shakur! Do I have to spell it out for you?" Darius's frustration was palpable, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.Shakur hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. His mind raced for an excuse, but nothing seemed adequate under Darius's searing glare."This-this isn't_""Shut up!" Darius snapped, cutting him off.don't want to hear another excuse. Fix it.That's all. Fix it!"He stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him. Shakur stood in the silence t
Blood on the throne Episode 7 Shadows Of Power
A Chance EncounterLucian walked through the palace courtyard, flanked by his guards. The sun was high, casting long shadows across the polished stone path. His thoughts were occupied with the endless demands of the council, but his expression remained composed, betraying none of his frustration.Ahead, he spotted Chief Adebayo, deep in conversation with a young woman. She stood beside him with effortless grace, her posture straight but not rigid, as if she had long mastered the balance between respect and quiet confidence.Lucian slowed his steps. “Chief Adebayo,” he greeted, his voice carrying the weight of authority yet laced with familiarity.The High Chief turned, his expression shifting to one of measured politeness. “Your Highness,” he responded with a slight bow. “It is an honor.”Lucian’s gaze flicked to the woman beside him. “And who is this?” he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Chief Adebayo gestured towards her. “This is my daughter, Amara.”Lucian studied her briefly. She
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EPISODE 79 – SHADOWS IN THE SILENCE
Scene 1 – A Rift Between Master and StudentKarmora’s night was alive with quiet sounds—the rustling of trees, the distant murmurs of late-night traders, the occasional bark of a stray hound. The sky stretched vast and dark, speckled with stars that barely outshone the flickering lanterns of the village. The streets were calm, but the air carried the weight of something unresolved.Jagaban stood at the edge of the path leading to Amara’s hut. His gaze was fixed ahead, watching as Zafar approached from the riverbank. The young warrior’s form was shrouded in exhaustion—his shoulders heavy, his sword dragging just slightly in his grip.But his eyes were sharp.He saw Jagaban. He knew he was there.And yet, he walked past without a word.Jagaban exhaled, then followed. His steps were slow, deliberate, as if giving Zafar a chance to acknowledge him. But the boy never did.Near the hut, Zafar halted. He didn’t turn around, but his hands clenched into fists.“What do you want?” His voice was
Episode 78 – Shadows of the Past
Scene 1 – Karmora Prepares for WarThe streets of Karmora carried a different kind of energy now. The usual buzz of merchants and craftsmen still filled the air, but beneath it, there was tension—an unspoken awareness that change was coming.Word had spread. Whispers in the taverns, quiet conversations in shadowed alleys—Jagaban was moving again.Inside his quarters, Jagaban sat at a wooden table, a dim lantern casting his silhouette against the walls. His hands, rough and scarred from years of war, traced an old map of Karmora and its surrounding lands. Small markings—some new, some from battles long past—covered its surface.He picked up a quill and began writing.Names. Locations. Call signs.Allies who had once stood beside him. Some had disappeared into the wind, some had sworn never to return to war. But war had returned to them.Crow entered without knocking, carrying a scroll under his arm. He tossed it onto the table. “Loans,” he muttered, as if the word alone left a bad tast
Episode 77: BLOODLINES REUNITED
Scene 1 – The Arrival of an Old SoulThe outskirts of Karmora were quieter at dawn, the night’s cold mist still clinging to the narrow streets. Merchants stirred in their stalls, setting out fruits, spices, and silks as early buyers shuffled past, their voices hushed. Horses whinnied in the distance, and the faint clang of a blacksmith’s hammer rang out, shaping iron under the rising sun.Wrapped in a hooded cloak, Elya moved through the crowd with careful steps, her heart pounding harder than her worn boots against the cobbled ground. Delani walked beside her, scanning the area like a hawk, ensuring they weren’t being followed.“This city breathes differently,” Elya murmured, taking in the rugged stone walls, the bustling markets, the lingering scent of roasted meat and damp earth.Delani smirked. “Karmora’s built on its people. They keep it alive, for better or worse.”Scene 1 – The Arrival of an Old Soul Elya’s grip tightened around the strap of the satchel slung over her shoulder
EPISODE 76:WHISPER IN THE SHADOWS
Scene 1 – Darius Tightens His Grip (The Hunt for Amara Grows Ruthless)The great hall of Otharion was colder than usual, despite the torches burning in the sconces. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of wax and burning wood, but even that did not mask the stench of blood that had been spilled just moments before.A noble’s lifeless body lay sprawled at the foot of the throne, his throat cut cleanly—a warning.Darius sat above it all, his expression carved from stone. He did not blink. He did not waver.Shakur stood at his side, as always, his face unreadable. The court was silent, nobles and commanders alike afraid to meet the king’s gaze.Finally, Darius spoke. His voice was calm, but laced with venom. “Double the spies again.”No one moved.Shakur cleared his throat. “They are already stretched across the lands, my king. Another expansion will leave us—”Darius turned his sharp eyes to him. “Are you questioning me, Shakur?”A beat of silence. Then Shakur bowed his head slightly
Episode 75: THE STORMS APPROACH
Scene 1 – Unseen ShadowsThe air in Karmora was still that night, but Crow felt it—the shift, the disturbance.From his perch on the watchtower, he scanned the distant outskirts, his eyes narrowing as he caught unfamiliar movements. The figures moved carefully, avoiding torchlight, their steps calculated.They weren’t ordinary men.Mercenaries? No. Spies.And not just any spies—they moved like royal operatives, trained to observe, to blend in.Crow’s fingers tapped against the hilt of his blade.He turned sharply, descending the watchtower with swift purpose. Jagaban needed to know.Crow didn’t hesitate. He descended swiftly, weaving through the narrow pathways until he reached Jagaban’s quarters.Inside, Jagaban sat at his desk, sharpening a dagger. He didn’t look up, but he knew.“You saw something,” he muttered.Crow exhaled, folding his arms. “Not something. Someone. Multiple. Spies.”Jagaban’s hands stilled for a brief moment.“Otharion?”Crow nodded. “Most likely. They’re statio
Episode 74-SHADOW IN MOTION
⸻Scene 1 – Delani Returns to VhadirThe streets of Vhadir were still alive even as the sun began to set. Merchants packed up their goods, mothers called their children inside, and the distant sound of blacksmiths hammering iron filled the air. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread lingered as people moved about, finishing their day.Through the bustling roads, Delani rode in, his horse covered in dust from the long journey back from Karmora. His face was hardened with exhaustion, but his mind was sharp. He had seen enough to be certain.He didn’t waste time. He made his way through the narrow alleys, past small homes and wooden huts, until he reached the familiar path leading to Elya’s home.Elya stood outside, her hands covered in flour from making dough. Her face, though aged, held a quiet strength. The years had worn her, but they had not broken her. Her once smooth skin now carried lines of grief, her eyes held the weight of a mother who had lost everything. She no longer bot
EPISODE 73 – SHADOWS OF POWER
⸻SCENE 1 – THE KING’S COURTThe grand hall of Otharion was a sight of magnificence and fear. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their dim glow casting elongated shadows over the polished marble floor. Tall pillars, carved with ancient symbols, loomed over the gathering like silent watchers of history. A long table stretched across the room, where nobles sat in their designated places, whispering among themselves as they awaited the king’s presence.At the head of the table, Darius sat like an immovable force, dressed in royal black and gold, his dark eyes scanning the room with cold indifference. To his right sat Shakur, ever loyal, yet brooding. To his left, Queen Morenike, her hands folded elegantly on the table, masking whatever thoughts stirred beneath her composed exterior.The hall was full today—every noble of importance had gathered. The murmurs grew louder, not out of eagerness, but out of caution. The topic at hand was dangerous.Marriage.A senior noble, an old
EPISODE 72 – WHISPERS IN THE SHADOWS
⸻SCENE 1 – DELANI’S WATCHFUL EYESKarmora was alive with movement, as it always was at dusk. The air carried the rich scent of roasted meat and burning firewood. Merchants closed their stalls while the last buyers of the day haggled for lower prices. Children ran barefoot across the dusty streets, their laughter echoing against the mud-brick walls of the huts. The occasional clang of a blacksmith’s hammer rang from the distance, mixing with the distant howl of a restless dog.But Delani wasn’t paying attention to any of that.Seated at the far end of an open-air tavern, his hood drawn low, he watched the hut across the narrow street—Amara’s hut. The flickering torchlight outside cast shadows against its walls. Inside, he could see their figures moving.Zafar stood at the doorway, speaking with his mother. His posture was relaxed, but even in casual conversation, the way he moved told Delani everything he needed to know. The boy was no ordinary young man. He carried himself with power
EPISODE 71 – SHADOWS AND STORMS
⸻SCENE 1 – A WATCHFUL EYEThe night sky loomed over Karmora, thick with restless clouds. The village, once alive with chatter and trade, had begun to settle into a hush. The scent of rain lingered in the air, a promise of the storm that brewed above.Faint lantern lights flickered from huts, casting warm glows onto the damp earth. Mothers ushered their children inside, merchants hurried to secure their stalls, and lone wanderers quickened their pace before the heavens opened.From the shadows of a narrow alley, Delani stood, his gaze fixed ahead. His posture was still, unreadable, like a hunter observing prey.Across the open space, near the outskirts of the village, he saw them—Amara and Zafar.The boy stood beside his mother, his hands resting at his sides as she murmured something to him. Though Delani couldn’t hear their words, he could see the way she looked at the young man—with both love and quiet sorrow.So… this is him?The lost heir.The rain started as a whisper, cool drop