Called to Power
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :18847
Publication Date :2012-02-20
Series : Tales of the Citadel#11
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Category : Fantasy Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-77111-363-2
Syrella was born to nobility and cursed by her talent. The last thing she expected was to be called to power.
Syrella was a talent in a noble family where talents were not normally accepted. Her parents decided that learning how to control her skills would be better for her than being shunned at home, so they sent her to the Citadel school at Thoola. Sy learned everything she could, including the surprising side benefit to her talent and shifted from student to instructor as the years passed.
Sy receives a call that changes her life. She is the last inheritor of an ancient throne, and she must leave the Citadel immediately.
Dorium is the bodyguard that the Citadel assigns to her and he just happens to be the man that Sy has had a crush on all her life.
Death threats, greedy nobility and facing a deadly grandmother are all precursors to the one thing she is looking forward to, the Vexar Day of the Dead.
A chill of nerves ran through her as she hiked up the path that would take her to the com centre. In her twenty years at the Citadel, Thoola Education Centre, she had gotten four calls. The first two were from her mother telling her how proud her mother was that she was doing well. The third had been the notification that her mother was dead, the fourth communication was that her father was dead. It had been years since she had heard anything from her home world.
Saluthic was a quiet world in the Vexar Empire. Technically, Syrella was the Duchess of Saluthic now, but it was an empty title with her father's properties entailed to one of his male relatives.
There was something about not knowing the person who was calling her that sent a ripple of unease down her spine.
She nodded to a few instructors and their students as she passed through the main hall. Autumn on Thoola was a good time for new intakes. If they could adapt to the harsh winters, they improved their character dramatically.
Syrella moved through the familiar halls until she was standing outside the com centre. With a deep breath and a serene expression plastered over her features, she opened the door.
Tuubi was on the com today, and she got to her feet, winking as she patted Syrella on the arm. It was obviously a private call.
Syrella sat at the station and keyed in her pass code. The face that popped up on screen was familiar in that it was Vexar. Aside from that, she had no idea who she was looking at.
The woman was matronly with her hair up in a formal coil. "Syrella? Is that you?"
Syrella blinked. "I am Syrella. Who am I addressing?"
"Lady Algiatha Loesh Nevic, your grandmother."
Shock ripped a hole in Syrella's heart as she stared at the woman who had given birth to her father via contract and waltzed out of his life as soon as another offer presented, rarely seeing her son from that moment on.
"What can I do for you, Lady Nevic?" Syrella wanted to get off the com as quickly as she could.
Lady Nevic frowned as if the conversation was not going as she had planned. "Oh, well, I have been asked to tell you that you have to return to Vexa. The entire line of succession is dead, and you are all that is left."
"You are the new Empress of the Vexar Empire."
Lady Nevic's bright smile had an effect she wasn't counting on. Syrella cut the communication and lost her lunch in the wastebasket. Not a good move for the new empress.