Victorian

19 year old Freya Bale, daughter of the 3rd warlord of the underworld, is the perfect combination of beauty and fearlessness, and she doesn't hesitate to speak her mind.

When she attends a royal ball hosted by the ruthless king of the underworld, she meets an enigmatic man and a fire of love and lust sparks between them. Little does she know that he is none other than King Adrien himself, the formidable King of the underworld.

Despite her father's opposition, she falls in love with, and begs his permission to marry when Adrien asks for her hand.

Her world crumbles though when Adrien abruptly vanishes after the birth of their son, leaving the underworld without its ruler and Freya without her King.

After 5 years, she finds him spelled, and on earth and unable to remember her or his life as king. 

As Freya struggles to reclaim her lost king, a looming evil responsible for his disappearance threatens them all. She fights not only for her love, but to uncover the body behind this evil while keeping her family safe.

Her fight for family takes her down roads she least expects and she uncovers secrets that threaten everything she has believed in. 

Love, lust, pain and betrayal clash and in the end, is love really enough?


Her Lost King.

With great effort, I forced my eyes open, feeling as though they had been glued shut. Light flooded my vision from every angle, making me squint at the sudden brightness. It was overwhelming, and I had to blink several times before my eyes adjusted. As the room came into focus, I took in the familiar surroundings, relief washing over me. 


I tried to sit up and looked around. The door to the bathing chambers opened suddenly and Ana emerged holding a basin filled with water and a small towel. Both items fell from her arms when she saw me struggling to sit up. 


“Your Grace” she exclaimed, rushing to me and grabbing my hand. “Your Grace, you're finally awake. Everyone was so worried.” Tears streamed down her face. I had only met Ana when I moved to the palace, but we had slowly forged a bond as time passed, and I felt a twinge of guilt for making her and everyone worry so much. 


First Embrace