Visenya has been summoned by Rhaenyra to join her at court, with The North secured she agrees and flies to Kingslanding to be with her family. Tensions are rising and the whole realm is on edge at the thought of King Viserys' death. Alicent knows that after her husband passes, her father will press for war and with most of the Kingdom backing up Rhaenyra's claim, she fears she will loose her family. She must try to mend things with Rhaenyra before Viserys dies, it's the only way. Aemond is frustrated to say the least. As if having Lucerys in Kingslanding wasn't enough, he now has to cope with Visenya baiting him. He can only push her away so far before he begins to pull her back, she still owes him for letting Luke off the hook, though he's no longer interested is just her eye. Daemon is having the time of his life. He's back in Kingslanding with his brother and has the delight of seeing Aemond run around doting on Visenya and Alicent treating Rhaenyra as though she were her lady wife and not his. He's also delighted in the way Otto fears the power Visenya holds over the North. He knows after his brother's death, Otto isn't going to just let Rhaenyra take the Crown, but he also knows that Helaena, Aemond and Alicent no longer want Aegon on the Throne either. In conclusion, things are about to go massively wrong and Daemon cannot wait. Viserys is happy. His granddaughter has returned from Winterfell, his son from Oldtown and his daughter from Dragonstone. His family is finally together and he has every intent on keeping them together before he dies, he's optimistic not a fool, he knows what will happen one he's gone. Rhaenys is enjoying the show before her. Between Alicent running after Rhaenyra and Aemond being a wife to Visenya, she's got enough entertainment to enjoy before her cousin's death. And she's prepared for war, she will defend Rhaenyra's claim and protect her grandchildren till she takes her last breath. Book Two of The Rogue Princess Trilogy

***MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY*** Following the divorce of his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, Henry VIII of England continues on his search for a new Queen. Enduring the hatred of his people that once screamed his name out of love and the orders from his Privy Council, Henry's freedom to choose his future Queen is jeopardized when his Chief Minister, Thomas Cromwell, 1st Earl of Essex, introduces the famous, Lady Anne Boleyn. Desperate for another heir, Henry is clearly blinded by love at the sight of Lady Boleyn. But will Henry's wish for a male heir be granted or will something else catch the King's eye? Read along as you watch the fate of Henry VIII's legacy change forever. Based on the Showtime Series 'The Tudors'. This book will take a slight curvature involving the original series, since my other book 'Long May She Reign' and the rest of the following, tie into the Tudor family. There will be an overlap in a few of the chapters but will mainly focus on the Tudors. Keep in mind this is a FANFIC, this story won't follow Henry's life every step of the way. His last wife won't be mentioned, and the 4th and 5th will be written around the new characters.

SEQUEL TO THE BIERSACK-PURDY REBEL!! I'm Ariel Biersack, Andy is my brother before you ask :) I'm trying to balance life between my baby girl Harley, being lead vocalist of Art of War, Dealing with my Perv of a boyfriend Ashley Purdy, plus everyone having their own opinion of my life! Will I ever get my happy ever after with my boyfriend? my band? or my BVB brothers? Who knows!!

"As I was lowered down on my swing into view of the audience, my stomach churned. There were so many people. I had never seen this many before. And of course, me being the wimp that I am, I started getting light-headed. I know, I know. A soon-to-be famous ballerina, preforming every night of the week in front of hundreds of people getting stage fright. I know I should be over it by now, but I'm not. I just...Just...I just. It was too late. I lost my balance and fell from the swing I was sat on, my right leg entwining itself in the rope. I heard a crack. Felt a burst of pain. A loud, ear-piercing screech escaped my lips as the rope wound itself tighter around my leg, crushing it more. Tears fell from my dark eyes. I saw the curtains closing as I was quickly lowered to the ground and people surrounded me."