Royal Guard Papyrus Novels & Stories

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.

They appeared to be ready for anything. The two got to the top of the stairs and approached the massive front door. One of the guards gave Marco an affirmative nod. “Prince Marco, it's wonderful to see you again, sir,” he said, reaching for his radio. The guard said a few things into the radio and a moment later, the front doors opened up. Sabrina gripped the crook of Marco's elbow as they stepped inside the palace. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the massive stairway in the center, which was covered in elegant red carpet. She glanced around, admiring the white marble which most everything seemed to be made of. It felt like she had just walked into the picture of a magazine or onto one of

The guard reached into his pocket with trembling fingers and held out a small, blood-smeared scrap of parchment. Cassian took it, unfolded it, and I watched the color drain completely from his scarred face as his eyes scanned the words. "What does it say?" I asked, my pulse roaring in my ears. Slowly, wordlessly, he turned the parchment around so I could see it myself. Written in dark, dripping ink, in handwriting I did not recognize, was a single sentence. The Princess should have stayed hidden. The candle on his desk guttered once, twice, and went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

Then Rota head a voice. “Wait, Princess” She turned to find two of the guards running after her. “Sorry for the intrusion” said the first male guard, coming to stop in front of them with a bow of his head. He was obviously the leader of this detachment. She acknowledged him with a smile “You shouldn’t be unprotected, have you had a guard assigned to you?” he said Rota shocked by this suggestion replied “no, but I am inside the palace. Surely I don’t need . . . “

“Your Highness!” came the voice of the guard at Luna's doorpost. He went on, "I have to convey a message.." before entering softly and bowing to her. She motioned for the maid to allow them some solitude, and then the guard began. “The royal file is missing!” She snapped her eyes open. "I am starting to hear things,” she said with a laugh as she wiped her face. “Those assassins know where the dead one that betrayed me kept it. It can't just vanish into thin air now that I have to hold it tighter.”

“It is a quite peculiar mark. It’s like a golden tattoo. Did you see it?” I frowned. “No. Last night it was red, like any bite.” “Well, now it’s golden. Look.” She told me while she took out a mirror from a drawer. I looked at the mark, and the queen was right. It was a thin golden crescent. “Something else happened. After marking her, Maddison had a tattoo created on her forearm.” The queen frowned as she asked, “What kind of tattoo?” “It is a compass rose with a red dot where it marks north. Madison told me that didn’t happen to you.”

Because royal guards never interrupted council sessions. Never. Unless something extraordinary had happened. The guard dropped to one knee. "Your Majesty." King Alaric frowned. "What is it?" The guard swallowed. Then lifted a sealed scroll. My heart stopped. The seal was unmistakable. Silver wax. Golden markings. The official crest of Crescent. The room erupted. Nobles shot to their feet. Generals exchanged shocked looks. Pack leaders began whispering. Moonstone. Crescent. After everything that had happened after years of tensiona diplomatic seal had arrived.

-Well, I have summoned you all not only to greet our Guardian and her companion -he pointed to Amy and Marcus who smiled, and nodded in appreciation -but so that we may also reveal to Amy the purposes and delegations of a Guardian, but mostly to speak of our enemies that this office holds. The door opened again and now it is Vandressa who enters, bringing in her hands the Supreme Royal- the first book written by the first Guardian- and deposited it on the table in front of Matteo who thanked her. The book is large and tall, made of gold and marbled with pink cougar stones. And when Matteo opened it, the looks of curiosity turned to ones of admiration as they saw that its pages were thick and