The Silver Eyed Prince (Highest Royal Coven of Europe) by VJ Dunraven
Authors: VJ Dunraven
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her cheeks. Not once in her entire life did her mom ask her about boys—until now. She quickly brushed off the thought of a certain dark haired guy with the most beautiful eyes.
“Where'd you get that dress?” Mom moved away from the doorframe and sat next to her on the bed. “What happened to your clothes?”
Elizabeth tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “From Ben, one of my new friends.” She pulled off her socks and threw them in a hamper. “He's into costumes.”
“I'm glad you found new friends quickly, but I'm curious as to how you ended up in Ben's orange fairy costume with wet socks and sneakers.”
“I—uh—fell in a creek. Combat class. Long story.” Elizabeth pulled out the bag of wet clothes from her backpack. “I really need to launder these.” She stood up to end her Mot her's inquisition.
“By the way,” Mom got the hint and switched the subject, “your high school friends saw me on the front porch and stopped by on their way home from a party right after you left. I told them you were still with your Aunt Karen.”
Elizabeth averted her face, concealing the pang of guilt from cutting off contact with her friends. One of these days, when she has everything all figured out, she would find a way to see them, starting with Bryan.
“You'll be able to visit with them soon.” Mom took Elizabeth’s hands in hers.
Elizabeth jerked her head to meet her mom's gaze. “You'll let me see them?”
“Yes, but give yourself time to master self- control before you do.”
Elizabeth shrieked and flung her arms around her mom, thanking her pr ofusely. She would be with Bryan and her friends again—soon!
In the council chambers at Darian Hall, Sir Henry rose from his desk as the doors opened. Richard strode in with Prince William Erik XIV.
“Your Highness.” Sir Henry bowed.
Prince William acknowledged his courtesy with as curt nod. “I wanted to discuss some pressing concerns with you.” He sat down on one of the leather chairs opposite him.
Sir Henry swallowed the lump in his throat. The Prince was as impatient and straightforward as his f ather, King William James XIII. “I will be glad to be of assistance, Your Highness.” He took his seat and glanced at Richard.
“He can stay,” the Prince, answered his unspoken question.
Richard sat on the chair next to the Prince.
“Why wasn't Elizabeth prepared for me?” Prince William inquired without further ado.
Sir Henry was astonished at how easily he had identified Elizabeth out of the one thousand students at Darian Hall. “She is surrounded by unusual circumstances, Your Highness.”
“Her memory is full of humans; h uman sentiments and experiences,” the Prince stated irritably. “She's absolutely unaware of her true heritage and purpose! Explain to me why Elizabeth Gwendolyn the fifteenth, her mother, did not instruct her.”
Shaken with the knowledge the Prince had rapidly gathered, Sir Henry decided to reveal everything he knew. He told the Prince about John Drake, Duke of Northern Peninsula, and the events that forced the fo rmer Queen to keep the truth from her daughter out of concern for her safety. He likewise disclosed the reasons why she elected not to go back to Europe.
Finally, Sir Henry made his appeal. “Your Hig hness, Elizabeth Gwendolyn the fifteenth had requested that her relationship with her daughter be kept secret. I hope you find there is sufficient basis to grant her wish.”
Prince William sat back in his chair with an elbow on the padded ar mrest, brushing his knuckles pensively across his lips. “Hmm. So that was the reason I couldn't foresee who and where she was ... she thought she was Human!”
Richard shifted in his chair. “May I express an o bservation, Your Highness?”
The Prince pinned his eyes on him and nodded.
“Lady Elizabeth is quite outspoken and prejudiced with our race,” Richard stated openly. “She doesn't trust us and shows signs of unease. We placed her with
“Where'd you get that dress?” Mom moved away from the doorframe and sat next to her on the bed. “What happened to your clothes?”
Elizabeth tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “From Ben, one of my new friends.” She pulled off her socks and threw them in a hamper. “He's into costumes.”
“I'm glad you found new friends quickly, but I'm curious as to how you ended up in Ben's orange fairy costume with wet socks and sneakers.”
“I—uh—fell in a creek. Combat class. Long story.” Elizabeth pulled out the bag of wet clothes from her backpack. “I really need to launder these.” She stood up to end her Mot her's inquisition.
“By the way,” Mom got the hint and switched the subject, “your high school friends saw me on the front porch and stopped by on their way home from a party right after you left. I told them you were still with your Aunt Karen.”
Elizabeth averted her face, concealing the pang of guilt from cutting off contact with her friends. One of these days, when she has everything all figured out, she would find a way to see them, starting with Bryan.
“You'll be able to visit with them soon.” Mom took Elizabeth’s hands in hers.
Elizabeth jerked her head to meet her mom's gaze. “You'll let me see them?”
“Yes, but give yourself time to master self- control before you do.”
Elizabeth shrieked and flung her arms around her mom, thanking her pr ofusely. She would be with Bryan and her friends again—soon!
In the council chambers at Darian Hall, Sir Henry rose from his desk as the doors opened. Richard strode in with Prince William Erik XIV.
“Your Highness.” Sir Henry bowed.
Prince William acknowledged his courtesy with as curt nod. “I wanted to discuss some pressing concerns with you.” He sat down on one of the leather chairs opposite him.
Sir Henry swallowed the lump in his throat. The Prince was as impatient and straightforward as his f ather, King William James XIII. “I will be glad to be of assistance, Your Highness.” He took his seat and glanced at Richard.
“He can stay,” the Prince, answered his unspoken question.
Richard sat on the chair next to the Prince.
“Why wasn't Elizabeth prepared for me?” Prince William inquired without further ado.
Sir Henry was astonished at how easily he had identified Elizabeth out of the one thousand students at Darian Hall. “She is surrounded by unusual circumstances, Your Highness.”
“Her memory is full of humans; h uman sentiments and experiences,” the Prince stated irritably. “She's absolutely unaware of her true heritage and purpose! Explain to me why Elizabeth Gwendolyn the fifteenth, her mother, did not instruct her.”
Shaken with the knowledge the Prince had rapidly gathered, Sir Henry decided to reveal everything he knew. He told the Prince about John Drake, Duke of Northern Peninsula, and the events that forced the fo rmer Queen to keep the truth from her daughter out of concern for her safety. He likewise disclosed the reasons why she elected not to go back to Europe.
Finally, Sir Henry made his appeal. “Your Hig hness, Elizabeth Gwendolyn the fifteenth had requested that her relationship with her daughter be kept secret. I hope you find there is sufficient basis to grant her wish.”
Prince William sat back in his chair with an elbow on the padded ar mrest, brushing his knuckles pensively across his lips. “Hmm. So that was the reason I couldn't foresee who and where she was ... she thought she was Human!”
Richard shifted in his chair. “May I express an o bservation, Your Highness?”
The Prince pinned his eyes on him and nodded.
“Lady Elizabeth is quite outspoken and prejudiced with our race,” Richard stated openly. “She doesn't trust us and shows signs of unease. We placed her with
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