Royal Guard Papyrus Novels & Stories

Across the room, Draven watched silently and his eyes followed every movement, every touch, every glance and then suddenly… A loud knock echoed through the chamber doors and everyone froze. Cassian looked toward the entrance. “What now?” A guard rushed inside breathing hard, pale and terrified. Something was wrong, very wrong. The guard dropped to one knee. “My King.” Cassian’s voice became sharp. “Speak.” The guard hesitated and then held out a rolled parchment, nobody moved and nobody breathed and even Draven looked uneasy. Cassian grabbed the parchment, slowly and carefully, then opened it.

Too light. She risked a glance. A girl, maybe seventeen, in simple robes, placed something on the loft railing—a folded note sealed with black wax. She turned and left. Ceres crept toward it. The wax was stamped with a three-pronged flame symbol. She broke it open. Inside, it read, "When he speaks of fire, remember: only royals survived the temple." Ceres's heart thudded. She turned back toward the vent, eyes wide with dawning horror.

“I’m trying to fix my problems with Chandria.” The guard’s body shook as he pressed harder against his shoulder. “I—I’m sorry, my Lord,” he stammered. “But there’s an invitation for you.” “Invitation?” Aiden repeated, his tone cutting. “From who?” The guard’s lips trembled, but no words came. Instead, he pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and held it up. Even from where I stood, I could see it shimmer. Gold carvings lined the edges, and it glittered like something straight out of a royal palace.

Someone who needed her to take the blame now that it was falling apart. And maybe that person had been hiding in plain sight the whole time. XENIA'S POV Catty was the first to catch it. She had been going through duplicates of the archive, including reports and ledgers that Cerra had submitted to the public scribes. The majority of them were routine: troop rotations, allocations, and budgets. Then, however, she displayed a tiny piece of parchment that was partially burned at the edge. She remarked, "This doesn't match." It appeared to be a transfer order. a directive to transfer a guard from border patrol to internal palace work.

Then I shifted and peered past the curtain at the narrow window. The sight outside chased away the last of my drowsiness. Canvas tents stood in disciplined rows. Watchtowers marked the perimeter. Soldiers moved with practiced precision beneath the banners of the royal military. This wasn't Auritaurie's encampment. I straightened fully, confusion blooming. "Lucretius...?" He was already reaching into his coat. From within, he withdrew a folded parchment, its seal broken but intact. A faint trace of silver feathers clung to the edge where an evidence of a messenger hawk's haste.

Caspian snapped, slamming his hand against the back of the iron chair. Benjamin strode into the room then, holding a tablet. "Your Highness," he spoke to Kalean, “We just finished tracking their identities, we ran their profiles through the database, look at their shoulders." Benjamin stepped closer, pulling back the second man's sleeve. "They have the crest symbol. It’s the royal guard tattoo. These are the Queen's personal men." The room grew still. I stepped back a few steps in shock, my hands shaking. The second man in the chair stiffened, his eyes widened as he looked between the three princes.

I turned, expecting perhaps a late attendant bringing herbal tea for the babe or Jordan returning sooner than anticipated. The door burst open abruptly, and a palace guard rushed in, his armor askew and face pale with alarm. Sweat glistened on his brow as he skidded to a halt, breathing hard. “Your Majesty! Forgive the intrusion—someone has broken into the royal archives!”

Will almost cried, then, composed himself, and cleared his throat, "now, remember, first impression on the queen is the only impression you get to make." As soon as those words were out of his mouth, the two security guards opened the palace gates, making our jaws drop to the floor. "Whoa!" all of exclaimed again. "Stop!" Will hissed, "Just keep your mouth shut and keep walking." There were two statues of soldiers on either side of the gate, and unfortunately, they caught Soph and Mia's attention. Both of them started poking the statues. "Hey-" Will started but was cut off. "I think I saw its eye moving," Soph mused, analyzing the statue thoroughly.

I did as she said scanning page and page looking for it when my eyes finally fell on it, 'When the guards know which one they shall be protecting they will form the protection bond enabling them to feel what their king or queen feels to notify them of any danger should they not be with them. In return the king or queen shall feel the same from their protectors'

Mahara stayed a little behind while Karila seemed to follow the surroundings by instinct, noting the silver collection inside the armored glass boxes, the jewels and medals with the royal coat of arms, the cutlery with beautiful gold decorations. Lauren understood well what it all meant, they were objects belonging to her family, the Egyptian royal family through the years. Even golden bowls, with encrusted precious stones and definitions in Egyptian Arabic to explain what each piece represented. The princess stopped next to one of the windows, where the black and white image of a plump man, with medals on his suit and a serious look sporting gold on his clothes, with a royal necklace on his