My mouth drops open. “Wow. This is so cool.” I unhook the heavy antique bronzetch and open the
box. Thick parchment paper letters are lined up like cards. I take the first one and hold it in my hand as my
eyes flicker to the olddy, who smiles sweetly.
“I’m so lucky to havee across this ring.” I smile. I really do love it.
Her eyes hold mine. “There is no such thing as luck, my dear.”Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.
I smile as I look at the letter in my hand. This is, without a doubt, the coolest thing I have ever held,
and I hold it to my chest.
“Your ring didn’te to you through luck,” she breathes.
I frown.
“There is no such thing as a coincidence. That ring is meant to be yours.”
What the hell is she talking about? “What do you mean?” I ask.
Her wise eyes hold mine. “‘Trust yourself.”
Huh? Did I miss part of the conversation?
“Trust your instincts.”
I am totally lost. This old woman is senile. What the hell is she talking about?
“I’m sorry.” I frown. “What exactly do you mean?”
“Sometimes it is the sheep in wolves clothing.” Her old eyes hold mine.
Huh?
“Listen to your voice.”
What the actual fuck is she talking about? I fake a smile and put my letter back in its box. I’m getting
out of here. The old bat has gone loopy and is starting to freak me out. I pick up my heavy old box and put
it under my arm and smile.
“Until we meet again, my dear, I bid you farewell.”
I frown. When are we ever going to meet again? “Goodbye.” I fake a smile and head out the door.
“Hello?” I call as I open my front door. I have be quite attached to my new roomies already.
No answer. Oh, that’s right. Everyone is working tonight.
I sigh. I’m not cooking meat and vegetables just for myself. There goes the healthy eating n. I make
myself a cup of tea and a piece of toast before I head into my room, turn themp on and lie on top of the
bench seat beneath my bay window. I carefully take out the first letter and open the thick, old, folded
paper. In the dark room, lit only by mymp, I begin to read.
Your Highness,
I will do as you ask ande to your chamber tonight at twelve.
Until then…
Your trusted guard.
xx
My imagination runs wild as I envisage the scene set before me.
Therge assembly area is filled withmotion. The kingdom’s army has returned from battle,
victorious, bloody, and beaten.
The crowds have gathered to celebrate their arrival and the Princess and her father, The King, are
perched in their grand seats at the front of a stage. The soldiers march in, led by their leader to the
sounds of cheering. tion fills the township at their victorious and safe return.
The Princess’ heart skips a beat as he es into view and she stands instinctively. She has
worried about the soldiers, but their leader holds a special ce in her heart: Alchron the warrior.
Towering over the other men, he has a muscr, strong body built for battle, with long, chocte
wavy hair that is tied back. Large brown eyes search for the princess through the crowd. He has been
the king’s head guard for five years, and he has watched the king’s daughter, the princess, blossom
from a mere teenage girl into a shining, beautiful woman. A warrior by day and a legend by night, his
bedroom sports hold as much notoriety as his fighting skills. He can have any woman he wants, but it
is the virginal Princess that holds his heart.
He can never have her. She is out of his reach.
That doesn’t stop him from dreaming.
He marches his troops-all in full armor-into the assembly, and they stand to attention in front of
their king. The loud sound of their armores to a ghostly halt.
The king stands and the soldiers and crowd drop to their knees in respect as silence falls.
“Wee home,” The King announces.
The crowd all cheer and stand. The soldiers stay kneeled, heads bowed in respect.
“You have saved our kingdom, once again. We live in a safe ce because of your sacrifice.” The
kings voice echoes across the hushed crowd.
“Thank you!” he calls. The king turns and gestures to the Princess who stands and smiles, forcing
the crowd to cheer.