❝BUILD AN EMPIRE AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND.❞ The evening prior to the spring equinox, soothsayer and witch, Maarit Pheraios, has an earth-shattering vision regarding the future of Bonvalet. The prophecy speaks of the Infernal Prince, who takes the throne after the death of the king. It is only when King Tevenot is murdered the following day that Maarit comprehends the urgency of the situation. Relying on her prophecy for truth, she notifies as many villagers as she possibly can about the peril that awaits them in the near future. However, when he learns of the warnings she has been giving, Maarit finds herself imprisoned by the Infernal Prince himself. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved. Featured on October 11, 2017.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

"She is a bare diamond found in a sea of pointless extravagance." Two hearts spoke with such vehemence; two minds clamored. For you see, what our hearts say is a thousand times louder than that of our mind's scream. "Hush darling; you're mine now." A King. A Servant. "Shall I make not my claim on you, I might brand myself an utter fool for letting you go." Shall their hearts intertwine as one sweet melody, shall their minds sing in sweet, sweet symphony; everything, every mayhem and havoc that blocks their everlasting harmony shall dissolve into a cloud of dust and vanish forever. Never to be seen. Never to be felt. For love conquers all. For their sweet, sweet melody shall prevail until the end of time. "My darling, you are my bare diamond found in a sea of pointless extravagance." Indeed; love truly conquers all. H I S Q U E E N ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©EVEREST GREY Highest Ranking: #44 in Alternate Universe 5.15.18 #What's hot: 3.11.17

M E R E D I T H is a princess without a country. Her family, formerly the royal family of Borgavia, has been exiled from their home, forced to live under the rule of the Empire of Astoria. A N T O N Y is a prince who doesn't want a crown. Soon to be king of Astoria, he will inherit the empire his family built before him. Though glorious, it has become an empire built on blood. Antony has his work cut out for him to restore trust among the empire's citizens and to rebuild the parts that have fallen to disrepair in the wake of former kings' desires only for conquests. A R E B E L L I O N is rising. In the midst of the gathering tide, Meredith will swallow her pride and go to King's City for a job in the palace, all in the name of supporting her family. N O O N E in the king's palace is aware that their newest servant is more than a servant, and Meredith plans on keeping it that way. H O W E V E R, the best laid plans are often upset. *** copyright sovthampton | micah good all rights reserved; completed 2014 highest: 65 in fantasy Featured by Hidden Gems: Fantasy