Forces All Around

Forces All Around

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Historical fiction third place winner of Make A Difference Award. Historical fiction third place winner of Teen Fic Award. During the war between the two kingdoms Eleakim and Zeniliam, Queen Sky died sacrificing her life for her family. The battle been won and assumed peace runs through everyone's mind but years later the chaos starts and destruction awaits. Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Hendrix the daughter of King Aaron Arthur Hendrix and Princess of the Eleakim Kingdom. The Eleakim kingdom facing ups and downs through their reign. A secret that'll end up tearing every one apart and drifting each person away from the reality. What will be the outcome. Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Hendrix the princess of the Eleakim Kingdom as she faces troubles protecting her family, crown, life and others forming alliances. Read to find out : © copyright by Queenbeela All rights reserved
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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.

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