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    The Captain of the Guard: The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I
    The Captain of the Guard: The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I
    The Captain of the Guard: The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I
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    The Captain of the Guard: The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I

    By Shiela Young

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    Lyra, princess of the realm of Callaron and last descendent of its magical royal line, has just suffered the death of her much-loved father, King Aron. Now, she is facing with the daunting task of leading her people and learning to control her wayward magic. She has sworn never to love, for to love is to show weakness, and to expose oneself to heartache. But can she keep her promise to herself when she meets the new captain of the guard? He is Dorian of Sorrel, and he is a man with a secret. Will he be the secret to unlocking Lyra's carefully guarded heart?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShiela Young
    Release dateAug 2, 2012
    ISBN9781476152776
    The Captain of the Guard: The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I

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      The Captain of the Guard - Shiela Young

      The Captain of the Guard

      The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I

      Sheila Young

      Copyright 2012 by Sheila Young

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      The Captain of the Guard – The Magic of Callaron, Vol. I

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 1

      The king is dead, announced the squire mournfully as he entered the solar.

      Lyra glanced up from her place by the fire, acknowledging him. But her eyes did not really see him; her gaze was turned inward.

      Princess, gasped Nan, her young maid. I am sorry.

      Lyra felt Nan’s hand take hers in a gesture of comfort, but she brushed it aside.

      There is no need for that, Nan. It’s no surprise he has passed, she said dismissively. The king’s breaths have been numbered for days now. I have prepared myself for this moment and am ready for it. I would venture to say that the surprise lays in the fact that he’s lasted as long as he has.

      But still, insisted Nan, tis a terrible loss all the same.

      Lyra shoved herself unceremoniously from her chair and walked slowly towards the window. The inky blackness of the night sky beyond the glass looked cold; empty. Under other, more positive circumstances, Lyra loved the night. She loved the way the silvery beams of the moon transformed all that lay below, turned the ordinary landscape into a magical playground.

      But tonight, there was too much emptiness to find anything magical in what lay beyond the glass. Tears welled beneath her eyelids, threatening to spill forth. But she forced them back, refusing to let even one fall. Crying would serve no purpose; it would only make her seem weak.

      The women sharing the comforts of the solar with her left Lyra to herself. Each one recognized and respected her need for solitary reflection. But though the women of the castle were perfectly prepared to let the princess have her time to grieve in her own way, the men, it seemed, were not.

      Princess, I must have a word with you, came a voice from the door behind her.

      Lyra did not need to turn and see the face to know who the voice belonged to.

      Borul, you lout. Must it be now? barked Maude, the castle’s aged cook.

      Under any other circumstance Borul, as steward to the king, would never tolerate such insubordination from an inferior. But with Maude it was different. The old cook was very nearly a castle fixture—more like a grandmother to the bairns of the castle than a cook. She’d helped raise many of the children at Castle Callaron over the years—including Borul himself.

      I’m afraid it must, he insisted. Princess, shall we speak in the great hall?

      We may speak here, Lyra said calmly, addressing him with her back still turned as she stared out the window.

      Aye, we’ll retire, Maude agreed. Let’s all be away. Ushering the servants out of the solar, and closing the door to the adjacent kitchens, Maude departed.

      Princess, do you wish that I should stay or go? asked Nan, coming to her side.

      Pray, go, answered Lyra. But if you would, lay out my black dress for morning.

      It has already been done, Nan assured her with a gentle, consoling touch to her arm. Then, with a curtsey, she departed.

      Once they were alone, Borul moved to the fireplace and took the seat across from the chair that Lyra had recently vacated.

      Please Princess; come away from the window that we may speak together.

      Lyra hesitated, reluctant to reveal her face for fear that tears would fall and expose her as weak. But with a slow breath to steady herself, she composed her face and returned to her place by the fire.

      Well then Borul, she said as regally as she could, given the circumstances. What is so important it cannot wait?

      Lyra, Borul appealed, his countenance softening. We must discuss your succeeding your father to the throne of Callaron. You know as well as I do that there are kingdoms bordering our lands which covet the chance to swallow Callaron into their realms, and no doubt plans are already in place to do so. We must act quickly.

      Lyra studied Borul for a long moment. She wanted to be angry with him for intruding on this, her very personal time, but she could not. She loved Borul almost as much as she’d loved her father—in truth, Borul was, in a way, another father figure for her. He’d been steward to King Aron since they were both young men. Lyra had known and loved him all her life. In fact, he was the only person other than her father who called her by name.

      Now in the twilight of his life, Borul was only just beginning to show his age. His auburn hair was lighter now, tinged with streaks of white, and his proud, strong face had become softened by wrinkles. Nevertheless, he was still a formidable figure, even sitting before her in his crimson tunic and fur-lined robe.

      I know we must, Lyra admitted reluctantly. I only wish I had more time to become accustomed to the idea.

      I understand.

      Well then—what are my most pressing concerns?

      You are fortunate, my girl, that none within the kingdom of Callaron disputes your claim to the throne. You are the spit of your father’s image, and possess many of the magical gifts he himself had.

      This I know, Lyra agreed, nodding thoughtfully.

      That being said, Borul continued, "it does not mean your claim will be universally respected. You must consider not only those

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