Read The Silver Eyed Prince (Highest Royal Coven of Europe) Online
Authors: VJ Dunraven
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2011
The Silver Eyed Prince
is a work of fiction. The characters and their names, including the venues used are fictional, except for some well-known localities and landmarks in the time period it was written. Historical references, though used with descriptive accuracy and in correct chronological order, were manipulated to accommodate the events in the story.
VJ Dunraven
I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to the following people who have been instrumental in the successful completion of this book:
Laurie Rosin, for empowering me with priceless knowledge in writing the second draft.
Carmela Guerrero, for the valuable feedback in the co
nception of this book.
Arlene Brown, Stephanie Brown, and Maria Roque, for organizing a team of first draft Beta Readers (Tim, N
icole, Amanda Jarman and Grace Guerrero) for two
excruciating
days.
Marcie Hernandez, Joan Guerrero, John Prignano, and my wonderful readers on Wattpad, for the encourag
ement, friendship, and laughter we shared. You guys inspire me!
VJ Dunraven
To the Prince who visited every night for one full year and showed me the greatest message of all, I vow:
“
From thy mind’s eye unto mine, thus conveyed, the message of love and light to humankind.”
To Jared Chronis—I am proud of you.
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Southeastern France,
1894
“Behold, I give to you my son, the embodiment of Divinity and Mortality, the manifestation of my promise to reinstate the Gift of Dominion to your people, for as long as you fulfill my will for the greater good.”
Those words echoed in her ears as she made one last agonizing push, b
efore she slid into oblivion.
The angry cry of her newborn child penetrated the limbo of darkness that had swallowed her.
“Your Highness!” She struggled to float back into the light and open her eyes at the sound of the woman’s voice.
“It’s a boy.” The midwife gently placed the infant in the cradle of her trembling arms.
A pair of silver eyes met her gaze, as she lowered her head to press a kiss on her child’s brow. “My son,” she whispered, “I name you, Prince William Erik the Fourteenth, sole heir to the throne of the Highest Royal Coven of Europe.”
The Highest Royal Coven of Europe
Northern England
January 7, 2011
Trepidation ran through Sir Henry, as his gaze settled on the portrait on the wall in the center of the opulent oval chamber. The handsome image stared back at him with piercing yellow-green eyes, radiating the insight and acumen required of the man to rule a Hierarchy.
King William James XIII, current monarch of the Highest Royal Coven of Europe, the King of Kings. The man Sir Henry was about to see.
He fidgeted in his chair, opposite an intricately carved mahogany desk. In his 850 years, the highly respected academic had never dreamed he might petition the Supreme Monarch. However, he must persuade the King to agree to his purpose.
The brass clock on the mantel chimed three o'clock in the morning, Sir Henry's appointed time.
The double doors opened and Sir Henry jumped up from his chair. Two Royal Army guards entered and positioned themselves on each side of the room.
Mentally rehearsing his lines, Sir Henry braced himself for the arrival of the King. He had been granted mer
ely ten minutes for the meeting. His anxiety built. He knew he must accomplish his mission; he did not fly all the way from America to fail.
A tall, broad-shouldered gentleman with an air of authority entered. He looked distinguished and elegant in his dark three-piece suit. Sir Henry bowed as King Wi
lliam James XIII nodded without a smile, sat behind the table, and motioned for him to do the same.
“What can I do for you,” the King peered at the memo on his desk to read the name on top, “Sir Henry?”
Sir Henry couldn't help but think how impatient his King seemed. The academic had a lot of explaining to do, but the lack of time and the King's attitude were not in his favor.
“Your Majesty, I have a matter that is critical to the future of the Royal Covens of Europe and its cit
izens. It involves your only son, the Silver-Eyed Prince. I was sent by the Wise Historians to inform you of his destiny.”
The King narrowed his uncanny ye
llow green eyes at him. “The Wise Historians know of my son?”
“The Prince consulted them about historical events for a paper he was researching three decades ago,” Sir Henry replied, rattled by the King's displeasure. “That was when they recognized him as the Silver-Eyed Prince, the one who was sent to redeem the citizens of the Sacred Land from the failure of the Purification.”
“My son? The Redeemer?” The King arched a dark eyebrow.
“Yes, Your Majesty. The Wise Historians call him the Son of the Omni, the powerful Prince. His blood is of the purest, most potent kind. There is not one like him in all of the cont
inents, for he alone has the silver eyes. You know your son better than I, my King. Is he who they say he is?”
“Why don't you find out for yourself?” The King glanced past Sir He
nry.
The guards bowed to the new arrival. Sir Henry turned and rushed to do the same. His eyes widened at the young man before him, dressed in buff colored slacks and a white, long-sleeved shirt. Like his father, the Prince was extremely good-looking.