Novels by Victoria Clement

Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the throne room, a cold sensation filled the atmosphere, the ray of sunlight penetrate through a window nearby causing brightness in the room. Fabian was seen seated on his throne, a hand on his beard as he stroked gently, his eyebrows squeezed in a frown as his other hand tapped the edge of his throne in an uneasy nature. Nicholas appeared alongside four other soldiers, in each hand were swords sharp enough to slice through any mortal, young or old. They had a stern expression on their face, their second hand clenched into a fist. "Any news Nicholas?" Fabian asked in a harsh tone, impatience in his voice. The huge soldier stepped c

Louis enlarged eyes fixed on the rumored dead king as he could not believe that he was present gazing at him. Robert quickly put on his disguise and walked towards him giving him a sign not to say a word, "It is I Louis, I am alive, not dead and I need your help" He said to the bewildered soldier who couldn't get his eyes off him. "But" Louis managed to say, his eyes scanning Robert in deep surprise, "King Robert if you are alive, why did your kingdom declare you dead?" He inquired with a confused expression. "There is no time to explain Louis, I need you to go over to my Kingdom as a spy and get every information necessary, I need to take back the throne from my brother at all means, and having my identity kept a secret is what I want from you" Robert ket out to the confused soldier

The sound of shattered glass drew her as she walked into the house, her eyes broadened in surprise as her eyes caught Robert standing firmly beside the table pouring himself a cup of tea, the smell of mint evaporated all over the room.Robert turned to her, a smile on his face as he handed her a cup, "Good to see you again Merga" he confessed with a smile still on his face.Merga stood still in surprise, she looked at his body with massive eyes, shocked at how fast he was recovering more than ever. Slowly, she glanced up at him, his face was a bit brightened, unlike the last night, his weak eyes, stronger than before and his smile so lovely that it made his appearance so stunning that a huge wave swept through Merga."You are getting stronger than I ever imagined" She confessed taking the cup from him.

The sound of music was heard from afar mixed with the roar of men in merry.The palace of Linerdo was filled with boisterous jingle and laughter of men as servants outside the palace whispered to themselves in clear disbelief as the death of the past king baffled them.Inside the throne room sat Fabian on the throne along with king Lionel and King Alexandra as they replenish themselves with intoxicated wine and food of all kinds as they celebrate in unity."Helping you get charge of the throne was the perfect idea we have ever done in a long time. You are a man of your word King Fabian, you can't imagine how much profits and money I have embelleze within this period" King Lionel exclaimed in a loud voice, a golden glass of wine in his hand as he revealed his set of yellow teeth laughing cowardly.

Mother Elanor sat softly with a ball of knitting wool and its pin in her hands, her eyes fixed on it as she looked up at the window nearby.The door behind her opened, Merga proceeded out with a bag hung over her shoulder, the chirping sound of birds filling her ears."I have to go now Mother, i will be back soon," she said walking towards the door, her hair tied tenderly as it touched her waist, she wore a pair of long pants and a white shirt along with a boot, her footstep filling the house as she rested her hand on the doorknob."Merga" Mother Elanor called out to her.Mega turned to the older woman wondering what she had on her mind, "Yes mother?" She implored, raising an eyebrow.

The morning sun-scorched on Merga, her red hair twinkling to the ray of the sun. She looked forward, her eyes fixed on the door of the wood house before her, she walked closer, opened it, and stepped into the silent house.Entering, she turned her gaze to Robert who was still asleep, his eyes closed as he slept peacefully. She scanned him curiously as she walked closer to him, holding a bag hung over her shoulder. Her eyes softened, her stare fixed on the stunning king before her. She can't deny the fact that even with the bruises on his skin, he still looked handsome, his thick eyebrows, dazzling eyelashes, and cheekbones perfectly created, indeed he was a masterpiece of nature.She couldn't explain why she felt this force drawing him closer to her, she has tried getting this weird feeling off her but she seems not to know what they are or how she