(Editing old chapters. Currently editing: Chapter Five) Servienne: ['sərvē-en] or [s-err-v-ee-eh-n] [originally titled "Servitude"] The prince is an arrogant, controlling, spoiled brat who treats the help like they are lower than bugs. King Erwin of Yoheim knows that in his current mindset, the prince is not worthy of being king to the very people he abuses daily. So, King Erwin makes a proclamation to his son: If the prince cannot learn to see those meant to serve him as equals and treat them as actual human beings, then Prince Aaron would never be made king. When a new servant shows up at the castle, the prince sees this man as his opportunity to show his father that he is wrong about Aaron. But, as the prince feels constantly drawn closer, he can't seem to shake this meaningless lower class person who is always in his thoughts. With tensions building between the upper and lower classes of Yoheim, Aaron finds himself trapped in a whirlwind of personal, social, and political conflicts that threaten to tear his kingdom apart, and of them all, becoming king is the least of his worries. Rebellion is brewing in Yoheim, but Aaron is left helpless as secrets and lies rip him apart, and the one question he wants to be answered most is one: Who is the mysterious green-eyed stranger? Just who is De'Noll Robinay? Rated Mature: *Explicit language; some explicit scenes imminent.* LGBT © Copyright 2017 Autumn_Muse All Rights Reserved

(The Triumvirate Histories Book One) What do you get when you add thirty eighteen-year-old high school seniors and a two week trip to Paris? One sometimes boring, other times not trip of a lifetime. And when you add your roommates sneaking out and your guy best friend sneaking in to your room? A night of movies and junk food until finally passing out at three in the morning. Now, for a more exciting question, what do you get when you add together a drink thrown in your face, getting lost in the museum you're in as you come back from cleaning yourself up, and walking in on heist in progress? That's right. The kidnapping of Emmy Alexander, who just happened to be me. But when you hear about all of these kidnappings on the news, you expect the worst. Not mine, though. Mine included a secret society that the public, after learning about it a few years before, thought was now a modern myth, searching the globe and stealing back the pieces of a puzzle that we didn't know what information it would hold, and running from another secret society that was bound and determine to stop us no matter what. Oh, and you can't forget John Raymond, who just happened to be the one who kidnapped me. It was technically his fault I was in the middle of this, thrust into a world of secrets. I couldn't complain, though. And no matter what, John couldn't say we didn't make a great heisting team. But when that other secret society came into our crazy, messed-up equation, it added even more danger. But then again, I wanted a little adventure in my life, and I sure as heck got it.