The Paladin Archives Book Two The Withering Falseblade by Jason Psilopoulos

Author:Jason Psilopoulos [Psilopoulos, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-11-23T22:00:00+00:00

Rebekah looked down from the pedestal, trying to pinpoint who was barking her name. She spotted the man, walking up through the throngs of people, shoving cameramen out of his way. She didn’t recognize him offhand.

“Rebekah Norik!” the man crowed again. Rebekah set her hands on her hips and took an offended posture.

“I can hear you. What do you want?” The man didn’t seem deterred by her tone. He continued to walk forward, holding the bullhorn in front of his mouth. Rebekah still couldn’t make out his face. But something was familiar about the golden tan of his skin. He was built like a truck. His wardrobe spoke of some kind of official position. But Rebekah couldn’t place him.

“I represent the Prince of Ar-Tanzra.” Rebekah felt her blood starting to pound in her ears. She’d vowed never to deal with the Ar-Tanzra government or any of its family ever again.

“State your business,” she said stiffly, trying her best to be diplomatic. She made sure her voice was sufficiently authoritative, to give herself a position of strength. The Ar-Tanzran messenger produced an official scroll, rolling it out for all to see. The writing on it was very extravagant, almost unreadable by someone not of the royal family. With a flourish, the messenger turned it to face him and began to read.

“As concerning the matter of the Prince Ralse of Ar-Tanzra, and his intended, Princess Rebekah Norik, the Ar-Tanzran regency, having become fully aware of the state of relationship between said princess and the Paladin named Marcus Ezra Kasidyne, has officially dissolved any and all attempts at courtship and marriage. The Prince wishes to extend his fondest appreciation to the Princess of Norik, and hopes that her upcoming nuptials will be happy.” The crowd murmured a moment as the scroll was respooled. The Messenger placed the scroll in his cloaks and bowed. "Also, the matter of the death note claimed against Sir Marcus Ezra Kasidyne has been commuted at the behest of the Prince Ralse, as an appropriate engagement gift. Sir Kasidyne is again free to enter Ar-Tanzra if he so wishes." After a moment of shock and silence, Rebekah shook herself.

“Uh, thank you,” was all she could say. The Ar-Tanzran bowed again, more courteously this time and then turned and walked away. Rebekah’s face went pink. She hadn’t really expected that. But then, that opened up a whole can of worms she wasn’t prepared to face.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Simon Houghton asked from the crowd, his voice a mix of reporter’s zeal and sarcasm. The reporters, catching on to the story before them, suddenly went wild with questions. Rebekah stood there for a moment, dumbstruck.

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