The Golden Sanctuary of the Royal Bedchamber
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber shut out the cold whisper of the mountain wind sweeping through the castle corridors.
E.g. ：At the Grand Ball, my husband kissed my brother, and my entire world imploded.
- 1、The Golden Sanctuary of the Royal Bedchamber
- 2、A Serpent in the High Court
- 3、The Story of the Shadow Beast
- 4、Behind the Velvet Blanket
- 5、The Final Sacred Duty
- 6、Sealed in an Eternal Embrace
Inside, the room was bathed in the amber glow of flickering candlelight and the crackle of aromatic cedar burning in the massive stone fireplace.
King Cassian sat in the center of the vast feather bed, his back resting against the carved mahogany headboard.
Flanking him were his two greatest treasures in the realm, his seven-year-old son Julian and his five-year-old daughter Maya.
To any noble looking through the keyhole, it appeared to be a picture of absolute serenity and warmth within the royal household.
Cassian held a massive leather-bound storybook resting across his lap, its gilded pages glistening in the hearth light.
His hands were steady as he turned the parchment, but beneath his embroidered velvet tunic, his muscles were locked in severe, involuntary spasms.
Every breath felt as though he were inhaling broken glass, yet his face maintained the soft, gentle expression of a doting father.
He looked down at Julian, who was leaning heavily against his right arm, mesmerized by the colorful hand-painted illustrations.
He glanced to his left at Maya, who was curling her fingers into his sleeve, waiting eagerly for her favorite part of the tale.
They did not know that outside their cozy sanctuary, the kingdom was quietly collapsing into chaos.
They did not know that their father had less than an hour left to live.
A Serpent in the High Court
Only two hours earlier, King Cassian had been standing in the grand banquet hall celebrating the autumn harvest with his lords.
It was there, during the final toast, that his trusted Grand Vizier had slipped an odorless, slow-acting shadow-root poison into his silver goblet.
Cassian had realized what had happened the moment the bitter metallic aftertaste coated the back of his throat.
He knew the properties of shadow-root all too well, as it was an ancient assassin’s brew designed to slowly paralyze the heart while burning the internal organs.
He had quietly excused himself from the feast, refusing to ignite a panicked civil war in the middle of the crowded hall.
His primary objective was not seeking an antidote, for he knew none existed for a full dose of shadow-root.
His sole, desperate priority was reaching his children before the paralysis took away his ability to hold them one last time.
He had sprinted through the secret passageways, fighting off the creeping numbness spreading down his shoulders and torso.
When he stepped into the nursery, he ordered the guards to lock the heavy iron bolts from the inside.
He knew the usurper’s men would come knocking the moment the poison completed its fatal work.
Until that moment arrived, he was determined to build a fortress of joy around his innocent children.
The Story of the Shadow Beast
"Once upon a time, deep within the heart of the Iron Forest, there lived a creature of nightmare," Cassian began, his deep voice carrying a melodious, theatrical rhythm.
Julian gasped slightly, pulling the woven blanket up to his chin, his dark eyes wide with anticipation.
Maya squeezed her father’s waist tighter, burying her nose into his soft linen shirt.
"The beast had claws made of obsidian and eyes that glowed like dying embers," the King continued, turning to the page depicting a shadowy figure.
As he spoke the words, a violent wave of burning pain surged from his stomach straight up into his chest.
The venom was beginning its severe secondary phase, constricting his windpipe and tearing through his nerve endings.
Cassian felt a thick drop of cold sweat roll down his temple as his vision flickered with spots of darkness.
He knew that if he gasped or groaned in pain, the children would look up and see his agony.
They would see the dark blue lines spreading across his neck, and their peace would be shattered forever.
He needed a cover for the scream that was threatening to burst from his throat.
He leaned forward, widening his eyes playfully, and filled his chest with as much air as his failing lungs could hold.
Then, opening his mouth wide, he let out a loud, terrifying roar that shook the very dust from the wooden rafters above.
Behind the Velvet Blanket
The sound was ferocious, echoing through the chamber like the cry of a wounded mountain lion.
To Julian and Maya, it was the ultimate climax of their favorite bedtime performance, filled with dramatic danger and fun.
The terrifying sound instantly drove both children beneath the heavy velvet quilt, squealing with a mix of delight and pretend terror.
They huddled together under the darkness of the blanket, giggling frantically as they clung to each other's hands.
Unseen beneath the bedding, Cassian immediately slumped forward, placing a hand over his mouth as he violently choked back a wave of black blood.
His body trembled uncontrollably as the poison tore through his chest, forcing tears of pure physical agony to leak from his eyes.
He squeezed his eyelids shut, praying to whatever forces listened to grant him just ten more minutes of strength.
He wiped his lips with the inner sleeve of his dark tunic, concealing the stain of the deadly venom before the children could see.
