1125 Henry II returns to England with his agreement for peace with France. Henry’s wife Eleanor of Aquitaine, welcomes Henry and eagerly awaits his news. If England has made treaty with France, England will enjoy victory over Europe for many years, and Eleanor will ensure her position in court in England.
The royal court is taken by surprise by an enemy and Eleanor is stolen away to a foreign land. She meets the mysterious warrior, Wolfram, who spirits Eleanor back to England and Henry.
Wolfram is promised a title, fiefs, and a province in England as Henry’s reward.
Yet Wolfram would give all of it away to have one glorious night of love, with Eleanor. Except Henry has welcomed Wolfram to court to keep him near. Henry knows Wolfram is not who he pretends and the King plots to reveal Wolfram’s true plan to overthrow England for France,
Young Morgan Le Faye, arrives at Henry II’s court along with an entourage of indentured servants, promised to serve the royal order. When Eleanor is captured, the court learns Morgan has the gift of foresight. She is groomed to serve the crown and to become Eleanor’s and the King’s advisor. Eleanor fears more trouble soon may come to England—and she is right—an ancient evil is threatening to sweep through the land.
Merland of Briton is summoned to cleanse the royal court of sudden illnesses, night fevers, and ghosts that prowl the royal castle walls.
Morgan discovers the pact Henry made with France for peace is a curse. Philip II of France arranged for Eleanor’s abduction and to place Wolfram in Henry’s graces so France is first to learn every plan England makes…
King Henry is besotted with young, beautiful Morgan and he demands she wed him. Eleanor will not give Henry sons, and the King believes Morgan will is his secret to ultimate power.
Merland warns Morgan to not marry Henry or a monstrous evil power will help enemies to usurp Henry, overtake the country and turn England into a monstrous land that will destroy the innocent and dominate the Old World.
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Henry gazed upon Morgan.
“You are a magnificent,” Henry said. “Your dark golden tresses, your honey scented skin and ruby red lips… Morgan you have bewitched me. I want nothing except to bequeath you your heart’s desire.”
Morgan stood. “My Lord, please.”
“Touch your hand to my heart,” Henry said, grabbing hold of Morgan’s hand as he held her over his chest. “Feel how it beats.”
Morgan could feel Henry’s heartbeat. While she could see her benefactress bedridden behind the King.
Lady Eleanor had seen Morgan through the most horrific moments since she had found her in the French glade. How could Morgan think of doing or speaking anything against Eleanor when she had opened her heart and the Henry’s castle to her?
“My King, you must let me go to my Queen,” begged Morgan. “She is tainted with fever. The herbs I am ministering are helping,” Morgan pulled away from Henry and rubbed more of the lavender and myrrh gently onto Lady Eleanor.
“You, Morgan, have lessened the Queen’s fever?” Henry said.
Morgan nodded.
“You have knowledge of healing, knowing learned by sages, or witches,” stated Henry.
“My Lord?” Henry yanked Morgan to stand in front of him.
“Is this why you have come to court? To test the crown’s resolve? To bring the royal seal to its knees?”
Morgan struggled against Henry’s chest. Their bodies collided, and Morgan felt the King’s very large member snaking near her thigh. “My King, I have pledged my allegiance to the crown, to you,” pleaded Morgan.
“That’s right. I am your King. Your duty is to do whatever I ask—“ Henry bent his lips to taste Morgan. She bit Henry’s lip as she flinched.
“You little wench—“ Henry raised his hand to Morgan. She threw her hands up and Henry slapped them away.
Henry thrust his arms under Morgan’s dress and inched his hands over her breasts. “You would deny your King? Let me show you the delights of honoring your future husband—“
