The King is dead; How Long will the New King Live? by Toni V. Sweeney

The King is dead; How Long will the New King Live?

The hero’s always, handsome, a brave warrior, the best in the kingdom, dedicated to fighting, fighting, fighting—with occasionally forays into the other battlefield, the boudoir—and nothing more. The heroine’s an iron butterfly, innocent, untouched, ready to be launched by the magic of love, and thoroughly spoiled. He may be a loner, with a terrible secret, occasionally kept celibate by his vows to the Goddess…until that very deity tosses a headstrong, winsome lass onto his path. She may have too high an ideal of what a lover should be until she beholds the perfect man in the flesh—and usually plenty of it!—and takes inventory.

What if the roles were reversed, however?

What if the hero was shy and innocent, a delicate shell of a man, frightened of women, bullied by his mother…at the same time the most sickly of males while being the most powerful man in the kingdom? A fragile seashell hidden in an iron glove. A man cursed, as are his brothers, to give off the scent of roses when he’s upset. And the heroine was brave and strong, the best swordswoman in the kingdom, comrade of her sovereign’s warlord brother, trusted and revered as the daughter of the commander of the king’s army. But inside, she’s still a female, wondering what she’s losing by swearing chastity to an unseen goddess. So what happens when she’s entrusted with the welfare of this invalid king, this man who’s never been alone with a woman, indeed, who hasn’t left his bed but twice in his entire life and is considered nothing short of miraculous that he’s managed to survive for seventeen illness-filled years? Does she pledge her loyalty and alternately experience pity and scorn for such a hapless creature? Or does she become his friend, his playmate, and his doorway to a world he can never inhabit?

Janel Redhu is the only daughter of Jan Redhu and his warrior-wife, Mariah TruBlud, and it’s she who’s chosen to protect the newly-crowned king of Purdha. Crispin du Lance is the former king’s youngest son, chosen by a fluke of royal law as the new heir, the same age as Janel in years but a decade behind her in social and personal development.

When Janel overhears a plot by Crispin’s brothers to overthrow him and seize the throne, what had been an easy assignment suddenly becomes deadly as the young warrior spirits her charge away from the castle, taking him from the only life he’s ever known into a definitely dangerous one, that will turn a boy into a man if it doesn’t kill him first, and change the history of his country forever.

I divided my story into three parts: Part 1 is told by Janel; Part 2 is given from Crispin’s POV, and Part 3 is an omniscient view of the two. It’s a little different but effective, I think, in letting the reader see how both characters react to the same event.

Excerpt: PG Rating

At first, I thought we had walked into a library. There were books everywhere, the walls lined with shelves on which they were stacked. To our right, a door opened into another room. In front of the closest bookcase, a table held a chess board and pieces, other gameboards piled upon it. At the other end of the room, a high-arched, mullioned window let in bright sunlight.
On the opposite side of the room stood a large four-poster bedstead, its headboard against the wall. It was swathed so thickly in translucent draperies its occupant was little more than a faceless figure. Two people stood beside the bed, Prince Carel and the Queen Mother, both painted and draped in the heaviest of mourning.

“So you’ve finally arrived,” Carel greeted his brother brusquely. He flicked a glance at me. “And is this the Lady Comaunder’s choice?” He sounded as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Linus, who is this person?” Lady Mathilde didn’t give her next-to-youngest a chance to answer his brother. She was a small woman, even shorter than I, now plump with middle age— dumpy, to be truthful—and her voluminous gown with its flowing sleeves making her look even more squat and fat. I could see she’d probably been very comely when she was His Majesty’s bride, and that determined little chin and her bright eyes were probably two of the features catching his eye. Now, however, there was too much willfulness in her expression and her eyes appeared small and cruel. Perhaps king’s consorts become that way over time. All I know is I felt whatever she was thinking didn’t bode well for me.

“This is the soldier Comaunder Mariah sent to guard Crispin,” Carel answered for Linus.

“He seems young.” Standing, she bustled over to me, peering into my face. She was shortsighted also, it seemed. I forced myself not to back away. Abruptly, she recoiled. “Carel, this is a girl!”

“Astute of you to notice, Mother.” Carel’s didn’t attempt to keep his answer respectful. That made me frown. Truly, the Royal offspring weren’t acting as I thought they should. Certainly they weren’t deporting themselves as they did on the battlefield. There, they were calm and collected. At the moment, both seemed merely testy, spiteful children. Still, grief affected men in different ways. I hoped that was all it was.

“Comaunder Mariah’s daughter, as a matter of fact,” he went on.

Lady Mathilde stared at her eldest, plainly upset, more than a little angry. Something was wrong, and it appeared to do with my gender.

“She can’t guard His Majesty,” she stated, in a don’t-argue-with-me tone.

“Why not?” Linus spoke up, doing just that. There was so much belligerence in those two words I hoped I wasn’t about to witness a family row.

“She’s a female—” Lady Mathilde began, giving him a glare saying much about a son daring to question his mother’s opinions.

“So?” Carel interrupted. Not letting his mother finish a sentence earned him a scowl.

“Crispin’s guard has to be with him every minute of the day and night. This girl can’t possibly sleep in the same room with His Majesty. It wouldn’t be proper.”

“Janel’s a devotee of the Goddess, Madame.” Carel’s reply was clipped as if attempting to control his anger. A faint rose fragrance hovered in the air. “DeOsse requires chastity of her followers. You needn’t worry about her climbing into bed with him.”

That earned him a shocked look. Both from Mathilde and myself. Linus stifled a chuckle.

“She’s too young, Carel. Your brother requires assistance in bathing and other…necessities. Perhaps if she were more mature… It’s common knowledge young women are susceptible to the sight of bare male bodies, even one as frail as your brother’s…”

At this point, I had to bit my lip to stifle my own laughter. Great DeOsse! She thinks I’ll have designs on the King? On that sickly creature? If I were going to break my vows, it’d certainly be for someone in better health than he. Carel or Linus or… Better end that thought right now.

“Stop this, Madame.” Carel’s snort said it all. “Janel Redhu’s no danger to anyone except those who might harm His Majesty. She’s a soldier first and a female second.”

“She can’t guard him constantly.” She wasn’t going to give up. “S-she’ll be indisposed…during…uh…female Times.”

“I’ve spoken to the Royal Leech about that.” Carel’s reply was calm though he avoided both his mother’s gaze and my own. The rose scent was stronger now. I could tell Mathilde smelled it also, from the way her nostrils quivered. “He assures me Followers are blessed with a lack of…that physical property. Until they are released from their vows.”
Carel might be calm but I felt my own cheeks reddening. I studied the floor. Linus fixed an equally interested gaze on the ceiling.


“Nevertheless, nothing! I asked the Commander for her best soldier and Janel is her choice. She stays.”

There was a sigh and a creaking of the leather straps supporting the mattress. A sleepy murmur, sudden movement from the bed, a body straightening and rolling over.

“M-Mother?” The voice was so shaky and hollow it sounded like an old man rather than a seventeen-year-old boy.

“Yes, my angel.” Mathilde was distracted from further argument as she rushed back to the bedside. She leaned into the draperies, reaching toward the vague figure lying there, assisting His Majesty in sitting upright. Once he was settled and propped on several pillows, she straightened.

“W-we have a v-visitor?” It was asked breathlessly. Crispin sounded as if he’d run a race and couldn’t get his wind. Oh, Goddess, and he stutters, too. I felt my heart dip with pity. He leaned forward slightly. “Who are you, s-soldier?”

“The guard sent from Sword Squad—” Carel began.

I started to supply my name.

“—a female,” Mathilde didn’t let either of us finish. “I’ve told him she isn’t acceptable.”

Oh no. She’s going to talk him out of it. Now I understood Linus’ earlier remark. For some reason, the Queen Mother didn’t want her son to have a guard. I imagined she had enough influence with him to have me sent away. Well, that’d be no reflection on me or my abilities, but it would be an insult. To myself as well as to the Lady Commander my mother for her choice.

“Why not?” It was the whining query of a child being told he couldn’t do something.

“See? Even His Majesty sees there’s no problem,” Carel pointed out, not trying to hide how this pleased him.

Mathilde ignored him, turning back to the bed. “Because your guard must be here at all times. Think about that. You don’t want a female here while you’re being bathed, do you? Seeing you naked? Or watching you relieve yourself into a chamber?”

She emphasized those last words as if this were a crime of the highest order. Crispin cringed. There was no other way to describe the sudden movement the figure behind the draperies made.

“She wouldn’t look…” His voice went up so quickly it became a squeak. There was a loud gulp as he attempted to return it to a more kingly timbre. The shadowy head turned in his elder brother’s direction. “Carel, s-surely she wouldn’t…”

“Of course not.” Where Carel was short with his mother, his tone with his brother was quieter. Matter-of-fact, but slightly pacifying as if he were speaking to someone much, much younger. “Whenever you’re being bathed, Janel will turn her back. And she’ll never be in your company when you perform your other functions. Will you, Prive?” He directed this last question at me so suddenly I nearly jumped.

“C-certainly not, Sire.” It was the first time I’d been addressed directly since entering the room and I grimaced at that brief tremble in my voice. I hoped no one thought I was mocking my king’s stammer. “I swear His Majesty’ll have privacy.”

“Let me remind you, Madame,” Carel went on, pressing the point. “If Prive Redhu’s sent away, the Lady Commander’s next choice may be her son, Marius. You do remember Marius, Mother?”

At mention of my brother’s name, Lady Mathilde shuddered. There was no other way to describe the visible frisson going through that overweight little body. She muttered something. It sounded like “She wouldn’t dare.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Come closer, Prive.” A hand wavered through the draperies. It was waxen-pale, large but bony, almost as white as the lawn sleeve covering it. The arm shook slightly as it extended, beckoning. “What are your orders concerning us?”

Before Lady Mathilde could object, I stepped forward and seized Crispin’s hand. It was as chill as a piece of alabaster, not like a living thing at all. Dropping to one knee, I pressed the cold fingers to my forehead.

“I’m to protect you, Your Majesty, and keep your enemies at bay.”

The hand withdrew, pulling me to my feet as it disappeared back inside the sanctuary of the bed. “Then it’s all right. She can s-stay, Mother.”

“But—” Mathilde wasn’t going to give up so easily.

“His Majesty has spoken, Madame,” Carel pointed out, and the finality in his own voice also held triumph. Got another one past her, it seemed to say. I was beginning to wonder just how much filial devotion there actually was between Mathilde and her sons. Not much that I could see.

Author Name: Toni V. Sweeney
Twitter: @tonivsweeney
Book Title: The King’s Swordswoman (Lovers of Leonesse, Book One)
Genre: fantasy romance
Publisher: Class Act Books
Purchase URL:

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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5 Responses to The King is dead; How Long will the New King Live? by Toni V. Sweeney

  1. Great excerpt and what a beautiful cover!

  2. Love your cover. This has gone stright to the top of my TBR pile. The excerpt was great too.

  3. I drop a comment each time I like a article on a website or if I have something to contribute to the discussion. Usually it’s triggered by the sincerness displayed in the article I read. And after this article The King is dead; How Long will the New King Live? by Toni V. Sweeney | Linda Andrews Paranormal Journey. I was actually moved enough to post a thought 😉 I actually do have 2 questions for you if you do not mind. Could it be just me or does it look as if like some of these comments look like they are coming from brain dead people? 😛 And, if you are posting at other places, I would like to follow everything new you have to post. Could you list all of all your shared sites like your twitter feed, Facebook page or linkedin profile?

  4. Thanks, Angelique and Margaret. I have a great cover artist. I tell her what I want and she does it. Beautifully.

  5. Don’t know exactly what’s implied by “brain dead”, Rosann, except that has a certain uncomplimentary ring to it, though I do admit to having seen a few of those in my 30 years of writing. Shared sites…URL:
    Twitter: @tonivsweeney

    As for sincerity…in my case, I’m sincere about every book (and its characters) that I write about. Thanks for commenting.

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