In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself.
Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold.
But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest.
Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves.
They call her Red.
An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade.
A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll.
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I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?"
They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats.
"They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for."
The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?"
My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?"
"..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?"
I smiled gently, "I didn't."
He rose a brow.
"I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama."
He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous."
I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?"
"Would we what?"
I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly."
"Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples."
Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then."
"Right..."
As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods."
They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself.
He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie.
I gave him two.
Nova disguise as a boy to enter the military school. If she is discovered as a girl, she will be kicked out. She is desperate to hide from trackers who have been following her for a dozen years. No one would think to look for her in an all-male military school. She hides among werewolves and is one of the very few nonshifters at the school. She catches the new instructor's curiosity, and her identity is threatened. He claims to be her mate, but she knows that her kind don't have a mate and desperately tries to avoid him. If he stumbles upon her true identity, she is screwed.
"What are you doing?!" growls his highness, ripping the knife from my hands. It tingles as his fingers close around my wrist. Fresh blood flows from the wound, turning his hands red. Deep throaty sounds, rumbling in his chest.
"You hurt yourself," he says softly, pain evident in his voice.
I look up and frown. "It's just a small cut," I reply, annoyed. None of the other cadets get this kind of attention. Besides, we have to learn this to pass the exam.
"Shhh, it's going to be okay," he says, pressing me close. My whole side explodes with sparks. It tickles me. "You have to stop hurt yourself. Why are you even here? How am I going to protect you here?" he asks angrily.
"I don't need your protection!" I shout, pushing him away. I get an angry growl back. Quickly I grab another knife and throws it over my shoulder, hitting bulls' eye. He glares at me, and the room has gone completely silent. That's when I discover that I may have gone too far with the insanely possessive highness, even though I'm grateful for the extra lessons he gives me. Then suddenly everyone hurries out of the training area. Leaving me alone with the growling, red eyed alpha.
*This book contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and other mature themes.*
English is not my first language. Grammatical errors may occur.