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"Royal Blood 2" will be out on the 1st of April, 2026, and will be available on...
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Chapter...A Fire into the night.
It had started as a single candlelight.
A little flame meant for a lone candle that had existed there all this whileā¦ and then came the fire.
It has caught on to the curtains and then the bedsheets, circling around the room.
It spread widely, consuming everything in its path.
A maid, now a shadow of her former self, caught sight of the smoke curling from underneath the door.
It was the same maid who had been appointed over that room.
It was quite inquisitive why she was at that particular side of the castle at night, a place where no one dared to step foot anymore.
That was because she had never lost hope that her mistress would fight the deranged spirit that had possessed her and return to the light.
Celin, who now bore a scar on her right cheek, given to her by that very mistress who had since been locked away, was the one who had caught sight of the first sign of the fire.
It started with smoke, curling slowly from beneath the door of that lone room in the forbidden part of the castle.
Then the fire caught ablaze, setting the very door of the room on fire.
The door burned fiercely, the sight like a raging furnace. A door made of fireāthat was how Celin, the eyewitness to it all, would later describe it.
A desperate scream tore from her throat.
"Fire! Fire! Someone help!"
It was her fault.
She was the one who always renewed the candles. Without the knowledge of anyone, she had been the one to provide light to that darkness. For there was someone inside that room to whom she still held her loyaltyāsomeone she had refused to believe had been completely snatched away into the depths of a senile mind.
The more she cried out, the more breathless she became from the smoke that had now covered the hallway like a thick fog.
She withdrew, her mind failing to process something strangeāthe fire was not spreading.
It consumed only that room, as though it were part of some ritual.
By the time the guards arrived at the scene, the hallway was hazy. Their eyes burned from the intense smoke, forcing many of them to look away.
Celin could only cry, tears streaking down her cheeks as she mourned the fate of her mistress.
But somethingā¦ something incredible happened.
The door, that very door, which had been burning so fiercely, finally gave way, crumbling into ashes upon the floor.
The burning room became visible. Flames coiled and snaked outward, yet they stopped exactly at the threshold of the doorway.
Languidly a figure emerged from within the flames; she walked through the fire as though it was nothing but the wind.
Red hair glowed behind her like molten lava in its wake.
Celin raised her tearful eyes, the cloud of smoke preventing her from seeing clearly at first.
But slowlyā¦ her gaze focused.
A figure.
A woman, to be precise.
She walked out of the fire; her skin remained untouched by the flames, yet her ragged clothes brushed through them, dousing the fire in her path.
"Good Lordā¦"
One of the guards exclaimed when he saw what was happening.
They were bewildered beyond their imagination to behold such a glorious sight.
With her lips trembling in shock, Celin finally found her voice.
"My ladyā¦ Queen Tamina?"
The tale, this very cruel tale, will one day become a great one to tell.
Once upon a time, a queen lost her sanity after the apparent loss of her unborn child.
As if that tragedy were not enough, she had already lost her parents to a terrible war, a war that destroyed Nehoviah.
Her mind broke.
She was declared mad and thrown into a dungeon, locked away from the world. For ages she remained there, months upon months. More than a year had now passed.
Day after day, people believed she was only growing worse.
She spoke in languages no one could understand. She drew lines across the stone walls, strange symbols, and patterns no one could decipher.
She had lost herself.
Some said she had lost her soul entirely and was nothing more than a moving corpse.
She fell too quickly from the ladder of glory, her name quickly fading, almost forgotten in the passing of time.
But salvation found her.
She was called, called not only to serve the kingdom but also higher deitiesā¦ the gods themselves.
They had chosen to shine their light upon her, to use her as a vessel for wonders, to redeem her shattered spirit.
To make her a goddess of light.
The poor woman would close her eyes each night to sleep, and dreams would come to her, dreams so otherworldly that they twisted the boundary between madness and revelation.
A power had taken hold of her, one she knew nothing about.
The candlelight would change shape before her eyes, forming visions within its flame. But she could not understand them, for the world believed her mind had already been lost.
Many nights she screamed.
A spirit would seize her, and she would cry outā¦.
"Fire! Light! I see a light!"
The maids believed she had descended deeper into madness.
Little did they knowā¦ a new light was coming into their world.
When Tamina stepped out of the flames, her skin gleamed like fresh milk, her cheeks soft and flushed like cherries. She looked just as she once had, the queen of seduction who had captured the king's favor.
She looked almost like a ghost.
Only she was far more beautiful.
Yet her eyes were distant, lost in another world, as though guided by something beyond herself.
She walked past her maid like a spirit drifting away. The scent of smoke and ashes followed her. Her hair had grown long during her captivity, trailing behind her and grazing the floor as she walked.
"My ladyā¦"
A hot tear slid down Celin's cheek as she stepped forward, her eyes wide with awe.
Tamina stopped.
For a moment she seemed to return to consciousness. Her eyes moved slowly, almost on their own accord; she blinked, and ashes drifted through her long lashes.
Then she spoke.
"You shall no longer address me as Tamina."
Her voice carried an unfamiliar authority.
"Make wayā¦ for the Goddess of Light."