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Extract of WIP: Sleep My Beauty

Elaine White

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“Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance.

Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle.

A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.”

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Sleep My Beauty

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A MM Romance twist on Sleeping Beauty and Beauty and the Beast.

Now that Mortas, King of Sanelma, is of age he decides that it’s time to regain the lost Kingdom of his father’s, Solrun, on the other side of his forest. The time is foretold by the birth of a male son to the usurper King Jarrett. Mortas has a simple plan: kidnap the child, raise it in his Kingdom to hate his birth father and the people of Solrun, and then have the child kill Jarrett for him.

What could possible go wrong?

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Mortas paced in his castle restlessly. It was nearly time. The prince would be born any minute and he didn’t want to miss his big entrance.

“Master,” A gravelly voice butted into his quiet time. Mortas turned to evaluate the lowly creature. Willian, the one he least wanted.

“What is it?”

“The caretaker is here.” He announced, bowing low and backing away with his body still bent nearly in half. He bumped into the corner pillar of his sanctuary and the Katana displayed on top of it wobbled precariously. Willian spun on his heel and grabbed for the small, clear stand that cradled the tip of the sword.

Mortas let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose, while raising his free hand and curling it into a fist with a wave. The Katana spun out of Willian’s reach and levitated above the pillar while the stand moved into position below. The sword gently dropped into place and sat where it had always been.

“My apologies, Master.” Willian grovelled, bowing over and over again.

“Just show Eusebio in.” He snapped. Willian scarpered quicker than he had ever moved before.

Mortas resumed his pacing. He was frustrated by the ineptitude of his servants. He should have lived in the grand castle of Solrun, but instead he was relegated to the forests of Sanelma. Solrun was the bright, shining city of laughter and joy, while Sanelma was the dark shadow creeping into the souls of his people. Maybe if he lived in Solrun instead, he could take on a better calibre of staff to maintain his crumbling property and see to his wishes.

“Master,” Eusebio’s voice was clear and authoritative, where Willian’s had been dripping with desperation. “I am here, as requested. How may I serve you?” He asked.

Mortas turned slowly, evaluating the many answers to that question. He was humming with need, but no-one like Eusebio would ever be capable of quenching it. There was only one who could and he would have to wait a very long time for that to happen.

“The child will be born this evening. When I bring him here, I trust you to ensure he is raised properly. He will remain in this castle, as your ward, as you know. I expect him to grow into the kind of young man I can be proud of. Do you understand?” He asked, wanting reassurance that Eusebio would know what was required of him before he went any further. The caretaker nodded and bowed deeply, but otherwise kept silent. “He must be raised a passionate, loyal man, capable of great deeds. You will train him to fight, to understand the politics of our happy home and most of all, he must be raised to have no love whatsoever for his own people.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Oh, and there are two small things that I must insist on. The prince may fail at any of these hurdles, as you raise him, but he must never leave our forest and he must never develop romantic feelings for anyone.” Mortas made his last order and watched Eusebio carefully for signs of reluctance or disobedience. There wasn’t one to see. His caretaker was loyal as always.

“Of course.” He agreed, with a bow of his head. “Everything is prepared. I can care for the child immediately.” He said, though he waited where he was, refusing to leave until he was dismissed. It was exactly the type of loyalty and servitude he wanted the prince to learn.

“Then you may go.”

Mortas watched Eusebio leave and smiled for the first time in a long time. His plan had been in fruition for nearly nine months and now it was finally coming together. Ever since he learned that the Queen was carrying a child, he had intended to take it from her. As soon as he knew it was a boy, his resolved had hardened. He would take the prince, raise him as he saw fit and make sure that the boy was made King of Sanelma one day. And then perhaps he would allow the boy to actually rule his Kingdom. If not, he would make a useful puppet to torment King Jerrell with.

He could only imagine the heartache the King and Queen would suffer once their little baby was stolen from them. Then, as the years went on, and there was no sight or sound of where he might have disappeared to, he would rejoice in watching them gradually lose hope for his return. And one day, in the future, he would sit by and watch his new protégé charge Solrun’s castle and kill his own parents, with no knowledge of what he was really doing.

It would be the perfect revenge. Solrun was his to govern and it had been stolen from him. Now he would steal something just as precious from King Jerrell Loflin. He knew that Jerrell wouldn’t fight nearly as hard as he had fought to regain what had been taken from him, but that was his choice. Mortas would kill for what he wanted, and he intended to.

“Master,” Mortas sighed when he heard Willian’s whining voice again.

“What? It’s only been a few minutes.” He complained, wanting a few moments of peace and quiet to enjoy his revenge coming to fruition.

“Your spy has returned. The child is born.” He explained. Mortas whirled on his servant, his eyes glistening with glee. “Will Master be requiring his horse?” He asked, ready and willing to serve him. But he didn’t want such a mundane entrance. Besides, as soon as the guards saw him at the gate, he would be denied access to the city and his surprise would be ruined.

“No. I have other plans.” He confessed.

Eusebio’s preparations, and his stern teaching of the child, would make sure that Jerrell couldn’t sneak the child out from under his nose. If he didn’t leave his kingdom, he could never meet anyone from Solrun, who were all too chicken hearted to ever step foot into the forbidden forest. And if he was warned never to have romantic feelings for anyone, and raised to obey that order, there would be no happy ending for the King and Queen. The prince would never betray his teachings for a woman from Solrun, or be tempted away from him for any reason.

His plans would be secure, once and for all, as long as Eusebio raised the child correctly. Mortas planned to step in as the boy’s mentor, obviously, but the majority of the work would be in Eusebio’s hands. He had a much bigger task to prepare for.

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