What Was King Baldwin IV'S Real History?

She was his weakness. They never knew she was his secret. ————————————————— For four years, Elowen Vayne carried the weight of a marriage that was killing her. They called her sickly. They called her a poor excuse for a Luna. They never asked why a healthy young noblewoman wasted away in her own house — and she never told them, because she didn't know. Her husband Alpha Doran Blackwood knew. He had paid a hedge-witch to bind his wolf debt to his wife's body, dumping years of unpunished sin into the woman the pack pitied. Every cruelty he committed, Elowen carried. Every life he took, she paid for in fevers and nightmares she could not explain. When Doran finds his fated mate — beautiful, ambitious Selene — and rejects Elowen in front of the entire pack, the binding shatters. Everything Doran forced her to hold comes roaring home to him, and everything that was hers comes home to her. She collapses in the courtyard. The pack laughs. Then the Lycan King arrives. King Vaelor of Velmoria has spent twenty years on a throne that was never supposed to be his, ruling in the long shadow of his older brother — Crown Prince Castien, murdered the night of his coronation. He is the most feared man in the kingdom. He has never loved a woman. He came to Ironbough Pack to find the source of a dark binding his witches had been tracking for two years. He found a half-dead noblewoman in the dirt with two heartbeats and his dead brother's eyes flickering behind her own. He carries her home without a word. Will she survive long enough to become herself? And when she does, will the Lycan King kneel for her — or fight her for the crown?

"Look at me properly and try to remember." He implored her, his silvery eyes boring into hers. Maya raised her nervous eyes to meet his. Searching her head, she tried to remember where she may have met this man before. As she stared at him, a sense of familiarity began to settle. Those eyes... she'd seen them before. Where has she seen them? One by one, the images came. The pictures from a time she had forgotten. She had helped someone with eyes just like this. Still in his embrace, a daunting realisation began to set in. She'd met this man before. Long before he even dreamed of being a king... **************** A tyrant king conquers a kingdom so he can get married to her forgotten princess. People expect a marriage filled with strife and everything but none of that happens. Instead he treats her right, worships her and kisses the very ground she walks on. Why is that? People wonder. The reason is quite simple. Years ago, the same princess had saved his life from the bitter hands of death when he was betrayed by his half brother, the crown prince of Madonia.

BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm—but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother’s resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night—rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father’s return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood … the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

Elena had her fate decided from the moment she was born as the young lady of a decadent family. In order to escape that fate, she accepts the offer of the young Duke, Ivar de Alba. As the Lady of House Alba, she finds herself entering a world she never imagined, filled with magic and secrets that the humans had long forgotten. In one of the highest positions of the empire, and with feelings blossoming for her new husband, Elena's life couldn't get any better, but Ivar still keeps a secret from her: he is the last son of a race that has been gone for centuries, and he will use everything he can to bring his people back, even it that means using her.

Princess Aurelia of Northlaye lives in constant fear of her father King Edric. His sudden demand of her betrothal to prince Mallon of Ailingdale against her will is nothing compared to the cold, hard and brutal way his constant treatment is of her and the people of his own kingdom. Aurelia secretly tries to help her people from starvation and neglect in hopes her father will never find out. With her late mother no longer around to guide her, Aurelia must fight against her fear with her true confidant, the house servant Maude. A new and unlikely friendship and romance has Aurelia clutching to the hope things can get better, that is until King Edric hits her with his most ruthless blow of all. Will Aurelia keep her courage through all she has to face? or will her stone cold father keep her down for good?

When the kingdom of Ormond is invaded, eighteen year old Princess Eithne is enslaved by the cynical conqueror, Xander of Frankia. Her innocent eyes are opened to a world of untold cruelty and depravity at the heart of which is her estranged mother, Clara Sylvain Lovell. Mourning the death of her beloved father, King Stephen, Eithne is worried about her older brother, Ephron, who has not been heard from for a while. Xander claims acquaintance with the disgraced royal heir and says he is currently in jail overseas. He swears he will try and secure his release in return for her favours. But is he to be trusted? Eithne sees another side of her sometimes brutal master when they learn that young girls are going missing all over the realm. Does this resonate with him on a far more personal level than he is letting on? And is Xander really the blackguard he seems, or will love tame the tamer?