Royal Guard Papyrus Novels & Stories

Evelyn We’re halfway across the prairie, the Royal Guard poised as we approach them, the rebel werewolves fleeing in every direction behind us, when I finally say, “Please tell me you have antidote on you.” A few arrows fly from the Royal Guards, presumably taking down werewolves trying to head back into the camp. “The Royal Guard is a symbol more than anything else,” Alexander says. “We all know I am what the rebels truly fear. I cannot reveal that I’m wounded or this whole thing falls apart.”

He ran his royal fingers along the inside dark seam until he found a hidden leather flap sewn into the bottom lining. ​He pulled the hidden flap open, expecting to find old tutor lesson plans or maybe sweet, hidden love poems Bimby wrote for him. ​Instead, he pulled out a thick bundle of parchment papers. As ​Ardon unfolded the first large paper, his dark eyes widened in confusion. It was a highly classified military patrol map that detailed the hidden Alpha guard rotations guarding the palace armory and the Northern border outposts. It was the same highly restricted information Ardon carelessly complained about to Bimby weeks ago during their quiet garden walks.

he rasped, holding up one crooked index finger when my gaze swept back to his leathery face. I could sense his hesitation in the way he paused when my hands bunched to fists at my sides, the serrated gold rings on my fingers slicing deliciously into my palm. What else? The scribes’ pouched eyes were lined with a deep red kohl to signify his royal status. Royal scribes were hardly used as messengers unless there is an inquisition. Ronan tensed behind me and my blood ran cold. I scarcely trusted myself to breathe as I watched his thin lips move, the words floating around between us like disembodied static.

A guard suddenly hurried into the room and dropped to one knee. “My lord.” Aramisius’ gaze snapped toward him. “What?” The guard swallowed. “A letter has arrived.” The room tensed instantly. “From whom?” “It was left at the southern gate.” The guard approached carefully and handed over a folded black parchment sealed with dark wax. No crest. No name. Aramisius broke the seal immediately. His eyes moved once across the words. And something cold entered his expression. Aeryl noticed instantly. “What is it?” He did not answer.

The room seemed to lose all warmth, because it was the same symbol they had found beneath the broken crown. The mark of the Guardians. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “The unconscious stranger had this?” The guard nodded. “Yes.” Then the guard delivered the final piece of information. The one that changed everything. “We searched their belongings, the guard looked directly at Lyra. “They were carrying a sketch.” “A sketch of who?” Lyra asked. The guard swallowed. “You.” The world seemed to stop. And then he said the words that made everyone freeze. “On the back, someone had written a single sentence.”

he said. My heart began to beat wildly against my ribs. My stomach twisted. This was the moment. This was the trap we had planned. Earlier that afternoon, Liam had secretly told two of his most trusted warrior guards to follow the Beta everywhere. He told them to search his private rooms and to watch the old watchtower by the forest. And those guards had found exactly what we needed. Hidden deep beneath a loose stone floor tile inside the old tower, they found a stack of papers. They were secret letters, and every single one was closed with Isaac’s special royal stamp.

The doors opened, and the guard stepped aside. "His Majesty is waiting." I took a deep breath and walked in, the room stole the words from my mouth. Books, thousands of them. Shelves stretched from the polished floor to the towering ceiling, connected by elegant wooden staircases. Ancient scrolls rested inside glass cases, large maps covered one wall, showing territories far beyond anything I had ever seen. In the center of the room stood a long table covered with old books, loose papers, and several burning candles. Kael stood beside the nearest window, he wasn't wearing his black cloak anymore but instead, he wore a simple dark tunic with the royal crest embroidered across the chest.

Aunt Jules always told me how much I reminded her of her big sister. I placed the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and then I continued to explore the contents of the chest. The next thing I found was a tattered paper scroll. It was old looking and had a weird old, dirty brown colour. I picked it up and it felt grainy against my fingers. "Is that Papyrus!" Zander carefully took the scroll from my hand. "It is. WOW!" He said, he began to examine the scroll more closely. "What is a Papyrus?"

Certain. Now he circled inside me, frustrated. Hurt. She left with too much of me still in her hands. A soft knock broke the silence, and I straightened. “Enter.” The door creaked open and Ronan stepped inside, closing it swiftly behind him. In his hands he carried a plain envelope, sealed with the private sigil of the royal guard. Confidential. My spine straightened. “Tell me that’s what I think it is.” He approached without a word, setting the envelope on the edge of the desk like it might burn us both.