Guardian Dragon: Paranormal BBW Dragon Shifter Romance (Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Molly Hart
Authors: Molly Hart
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Prince Lucas sat down restlessly on the jet as he tried reconciling his thoughts about his return home.
Everything had happened so fast he barely had time to comprehend what the future held for him. This was supposedly what he had been prepared for all his life. It was what he was born to do, what he was expected to do. Right until he was exiled from his country for murdering his father. Even his siblings didn't believe him; they were the first to hang him out to dry.
And now, six years after had settled down in another country, made a life for him, that's when his country called him back.
So much anger and resentment was boiling through him back then, he had deliberately refused to follow up on the happenings in his country. If only he had known things had truly gone bad.
According to the reports one of the royal court elders sent to him with a long letter, a tribe on the outskirts of his country had been attempting nonstop to take over the country. His country that had once been filled with wealth and beauty was now suffering in poverty, hunger, despair and unrest.
Some oracle master discovered that only a royal child, born with a fire burn-like mark could successfully heal the land and bring it back to its glory; a dragon lord, they had said.
An irresistible smirk crossed his face: a dragon lord. If the elders have any idea how close to home they were, maybe they would do well to respect him more.
It was obvious they still believed he killed his father, and that was why they only agreed to bring him back home and give him the throne as a title. They seemed to have other plans, but Lucas had his own nicely schemed out. He was nobody's lapdog; he would prove his innocence, one way or the other. And after... after would hold a new song for him.
When he was exiled, he had nowhere to go, no money to live on. He was lucky to have the contact Mark Shaw, a bodyguard who had once escorted a friend of his father. On calling Mark up, without much ado, Mark hooked him up with a job-a well paying one. He had crashed at Mark’s place for months before he had enough money to get a place of his own.
Life had kept up that way until one night when he came back home from work and discovered a palace guard, with the royal seal and a letter from the elders.
The guard had stayed with him until he arranged to make the journey back home, to people that failed him when he needed them, to people that turned their backs on him instead of listening to him, and now he was about to save them, help them out of the dilemma they were in.
He couldn't help imagining how his homecoming would be. Would they give a party befitting a king, a royal blood or a peasant? Would his siblings accept him with open arms? His two elder brothers already had their share of the throne, but had to step down when things were going bad. At least they knew what was good for them by stepping down quickly before they had a mob on their hands. His other three younger brothers didn't dare attempt taking the throne.
CHAPTER 2
He wasn't surprised when only security escorts were at the airport to receive him.
Immediately when he got to the royal compound, he barely had time to look around before he was dragged off to meet with the elders.
The elders consisted of seven elders elected from the town and royal extended family. The elders could only be replaced upon their death. Their job was to stand as the wise ones; they advised the king on actions to be taken, and they made proposals on how to improve the city. In the case when there was no king on throne, and instructions weren’t made available by the previous kings, then the elders would be in charge. And judging by the little of the city Lucas had seen while being driven to the royal compound, it showed every bit of how the elders had failed too in the last two years of their rule.
The door was opened for him as he stepped into the room.
"The
Prince Lucas sat down restlessly on the jet as he tried reconciling his thoughts about his return home.
Everything had happened so fast he barely had time to comprehend what the future held for him. This was supposedly what he had been prepared for all his life. It was what he was born to do, what he was expected to do. Right until he was exiled from his country for murdering his father. Even his siblings didn't believe him; they were the first to hang him out to dry.
And now, six years after had settled down in another country, made a life for him, that's when his country called him back.
So much anger and resentment was boiling through him back then, he had deliberately refused to follow up on the happenings in his country. If only he had known things had truly gone bad.
According to the reports one of the royal court elders sent to him with a long letter, a tribe on the outskirts of his country had been attempting nonstop to take over the country. His country that had once been filled with wealth and beauty was now suffering in poverty, hunger, despair and unrest.
Some oracle master discovered that only a royal child, born with a fire burn-like mark could successfully heal the land and bring it back to its glory; a dragon lord, they had said.
An irresistible smirk crossed his face: a dragon lord. If the elders have any idea how close to home they were, maybe they would do well to respect him more.
It was obvious they still believed he killed his father, and that was why they only agreed to bring him back home and give him the throne as a title. They seemed to have other plans, but Lucas had his own nicely schemed out. He was nobody's lapdog; he would prove his innocence, one way or the other. And after... after would hold a new song for him.
When he was exiled, he had nowhere to go, no money to live on. He was lucky to have the contact Mark Shaw, a bodyguard who had once escorted a friend of his father. On calling Mark up, without much ado, Mark hooked him up with a job-a well paying one. He had crashed at Mark’s place for months before he had enough money to get a place of his own.
Life had kept up that way until one night when he came back home from work and discovered a palace guard, with the royal seal and a letter from the elders.
The guard had stayed with him until he arranged to make the journey back home, to people that failed him when he needed them, to people that turned their backs on him instead of listening to him, and now he was about to save them, help them out of the dilemma they were in.
He couldn't help imagining how his homecoming would be. Would they give a party befitting a king, a royal blood or a peasant? Would his siblings accept him with open arms? His two elder brothers already had their share of the throne, but had to step down when things were going bad. At least they knew what was good for them by stepping down quickly before they had a mob on their hands. His other three younger brothers didn't dare attempt taking the throne.
CHAPTER 2
He wasn't surprised when only security escorts were at the airport to receive him.
Immediately when he got to the royal compound, he barely had time to look around before he was dragged off to meet with the elders.
The elders consisted of seven elders elected from the town and royal extended family. The elders could only be replaced upon their death. Their job was to stand as the wise ones; they advised the king on actions to be taken, and they made proposals on how to improve the city. In the case when there was no king on throne, and instructions weren’t made available by the previous kings, then the elders would be in charge. And judging by the little of the city Lucas had seen while being driven to the royal compound, it showed every bit of how the elders had failed too in the last two years of their rule.
The door was opened for him as he stepped into the room.
"The
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