Heir to the throne: Broken Blood

Ryain firstmoon

The discovery of Queen Sapphire's body by fishermen cast a pall over the kingdom. As the news reached the castle during breakfast, disbelief turned to heart-wrenching sorrow when her body was brought before the royal family.

Plato and his sister clung to their mother's cold, wet form, their sobs echoing through the hushed halls. Even Leonora, known for her stoicism, shed a tear for her fallen sister. With heavy hearts, they prepared Sapphire for a proper Wessex funeral, wrapping her in ceremonial bandages.

After heartfelt eulogies celebrating Sapphire's life, her body was laid to rest in the castle's burial tunnels. Plato, overwhelmed by grief, sought solitude. The weight of having spoken to his mother just the night before crushed him, and tears flowed freely as Senna attempted to console him.

When news of Sapphire's death reached Ryain, his reaction was explosive. Grief manifested as uncontrollable rage, his roars echoing through the palace corridors. Courtiers and servants fled in terror as Ryain toss things around the palace screaming , his anguish taking physical shape.

Amidst the chaos, Bella Thorne stood resolute. Unafraid of Ryain's anger , she ventured into his chamber, dodging the objects he hurled in his fury.

"I'm sorry, Ryain," Bella spoke softly, her voice a calm in the storm of his emotions. "Losing a parent is never easy. We know the pain of loss all too well."

Ryain's glowing yellow eyes fixed on Bella, his voice thunderous with grief and determination. "You have yours, but I am left with no parent. I will ensure that everyone, even my own brother , falls in this war for the crown. Someone is responsible for my mother's demise, and I will not rest until I uncover the truth."

As the ground trembled beneath their feet, Bella approached Ryain, her hand reaching out to calm the raging basilisk. In a moment of shared vulnerability, she embraced him, offering understanding and empathy. Miraculously, Ryain's rage began to subside, replaced by a raw emotion he had long kept hidden.

In a moment of shared intimacy, Ryan's sorrow and fury melted away as Bella stood by his side. Yet, as their passion escalated, Ryan's desperation for solace led to a different kind of intensity. He demanded proof of Bella's loyalty, a request that took a more carnal turn he snatched off her dress.

As the night unfolded with Ryan dominating their sexual union, Bella's sister Hadya sensed something amiss. Concerned for her sister's safety, she approached Bella's chambers only to find the door locked from within. Pressing her ear against the door, she caught wind of the tumultuous encounter inside.

Throughout the night, Bella remained by Ryain's side, offering comfort and a listening ear as he grappled with his loss and anger. Outside, Bella's sister Hadya, sensing something amiss, approached the locked chamber door. Concerned, she listened, hearing muffled conversations and occasional outbursts of emotion from within.

The night marked a turning point for Ryain, his grief and rage tempered by Bella's unwavering support. As dawn broke, the kingdom held its breath, uncertain of what this new day would bring in the wake of Queen Sapphire's passing and Ryain's volatile state.

The dining hall was tense as Hadya stared coldly at Bella across the table. Their mother, noticing the palpable hostility, broke the silence. "Hadya, is everything alright?"

Hadya's response was like a thunderbolt. "Bella's been consorting with Ryain behind my back."

Bella and Ryain both choked on their wine, caught off guard by the accusation.

"Hadya, what on earth would make you think that?" Bella asked, her voice strained.

Hadya leapt to her feet, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Don't play stupid, Bella. I heard you two together!"

Lord Taurus, attempting to defuse the situation, intervened. "You were probably just hearing things, Hadya."

But Hadya was beyond reason. Her voice rose to a shout, "How can I imagine what I heard?" She turned to Bella, her eyes blazing. "HAVE YOU BEEN WITH RYAIN?"

Bella's denial only seemed to enrage Hadya further. In a burst of fury, she lunged at her sister. Ryain quickly intervened, pulling Hadya away.

"Stop it now!" their mother commanded, but Hadya was too far gone.

"I know what I heard!" she screamed before storming out of the room.

Ryain and Bella followed, trying to reason with her. But as they reached her chambers, Hadya slammed the door in their faces, yelling at them to leave. They could hear her inside, gathering her things and her child.

When she emerged, Ryain asked where she was going. Hadya's response was venomous. " Your family castle Your actions are the reason your mother is dead, not your brothers'. Everything is your fault - the war Everything!. You'll be the downfall of your house!"

Ryain's face went blank, his voice cold as he ordered, "Arrest her for treason. No food. Let her starve while she thinks about her words."

Hadya, defiant to the last, spat back, "You murdered your own blood! I knew the mother of your child won't receive good treatment either."

The guards moved in, taking Hadya away. The hall fell silent, the weight of what had just transpired hanging heavily in the air. Ryain stood motionless, his face a mask of conflicting emotions, while Bella watched on, her eyes wide with shock and dismay. The once-united family now stood fractured.

In the midst of his anger, Ryain devised a cruel plan. He instructed the baker to prepare a cake laced with grimroot. In his twisted mind, he blamed Senna and Clover for everything - the loss his brother sanity and their mother's death.

The cake was sent to Plato's castle with a note: "Sorry we lost our mother because of this." Suspicion hung in the air as the package arrived. Plato, cautious but curious, took a small bite to ensure its safety. When nothing happened, he offered pieces to others.

Tragedy struck swiftly. Senna and one of the pregnant midwives, Aireen, began experiencing severe pain shortly after eating the cake. As they realized what was happening, Aireen, showing remarkable selflessness, insisted, "No, attend to the queen first. My pregnancy is further along. My baby has a better chance."

As they rushed Senna to the birthing chambers, one of the midwives delivered grim news to Plato: "If this baby comes now, survival isn't likely. Its lungs aren't developed enough."

Desperate, Plato turned to the angels present. "Give me the water from your necklace," he pleaded. Senna endured the painful, premature labor, eventually giving birth to a silent boy. Plato quickly administered the angelic water, but to no avail.

Heven, explained softly, "It can't bring back the dead, only heal the dying and hurt."

Overcome with grief, Senna demanded everyone leave. For hours, she sat alone, cradling her lifeless son. When she finally emerged, her appearance told the tale of her anguish - red-rimmed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and disheveled hair.

As she entered the throne room during a meeting, all eyes turned to her. Roman and plato seeing her distress, rushed to embrace her. Senna collapsed into roman arms, her grief pouring out anew.

"End him," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want his head."

The royal family held a beautiful, traditional Wessex funeral for the infant prince. As Plato watched the solemn proceedings, a cold determination settled in his heart. His brother's actions had awakened a fury within him that would not be easily quelled. The war had become deeply personal, and the wrath of an angry basilisk had been unleashed.

The kingdom stood on the precipice of a conflict that would shake the very foundations of their world, fueled by grief, betrayal, and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.