Lady Shilight - Lady Warrior

By Sheril Lee

This edition includes the first three books in the Lady Shilight Series - Lady Warrior, Royal Auditor, and Taskmaster. Shilight lives in a land filled with kings, witches, and warriors. She strives to become a superior swordsman and life grants Shilight her wish, but in a surprising way. When her homeland is attacked, her heroism is noted by the king. He sends her off to do his bidding throughout the Kingdom of Dovonshar. With the king's backing Shilight wields great power. This power causes resentment from those in high positions who are offended at having to take orders from a woman taskmaster. This mounting resentment eventually puts her life in danger. Follow Shilight on her odyssey as she battles her way to become a Lady Warrior.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312912809

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LADY SHILIGHT

LADY WARRIOR

by

Sheril Lee

This edition includes the first three books in the

Lady Shilight Series

Lady Warrior

Royal Auditor

Taskmaster

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Other books in the Lady Shilight Series

by

Sheril Lee

Giant Slayer

A Regal Dilemma

Three Kingdoms

1st Edition

Copyright © 2015 Sheril Lee

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-312-91280-9

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ACKNOWLEGEMENTS

Many thanks to the following people who helped me get my book ready for publication.

Thanks to DUNE, T.J.O. and C.A.T. for editing my book.

My beautiful book cover is from

"Cover Design by Melody Simmons of eBookindiecovers"

Formatting by Jason & Marina Anderson of Polgarus Studio.

Table of Contents

Book 1 LADY WARRIOR

Chapter 1: And So It Begins

Chapter 2: Military School

Chapter 3: Hevarah and Turloola

Chapter 4: Castle Goings

Chapter 5: Love or Die

Chapter 6: Dragoats Attack

Chapter 7: Esglund

Chapter 8: Informer

Book 2 ROYAL AUDITOR

Chapter 1: Lady Shilight Official Title

Chapter 2: Witch Ommalo

Chapter 3: Royal Confidant

Chapter 4: Curses Revealed

Chapter 5: Royal Auditor

Chapter 6: City of Huntirrplan

Chapter 7: Murder Accusation

Chapter 8: Guilty or Innocent

Book 3 TASKMASTER

Chapter 1: Grunpland

Chapter 2: Harbor City of Gladebend

Chapter 3: Duke of Gladebend

Chapter 4: Archery Contests

Chapter 5: The Giants are coming

Chapter 6: Idzot

Chapter 7: Return to Dovonshar

Chapter 8: Zarhaven

Appendix: Map

LADY WARRIOR

BOOK 1

CHAPTER 1

There I was stuck in a duck pen. The pen was too short for me to lie down, and not tall enough for me to sit up comfortably. If I did sit up my head was bent down to where my chin almost touched my chest. If I curled up tightly in the fetal position I could almost fall asleep. Why could I not have been born petite like my younger sister? Instead I grew tall and at five feet ten inches I towered over most women. Heck, I was as tall as most men.

King Hakurt was trying to break my spirit by putting me in this small, smelly pen. It would not work. My father raised ducks along with chickens, goats, and horses. I was raised around a potpourri of animal smells. Lying in this duck poop with its strong poultry smell did not bother me. I had smelled worse. I was upset that the stuff was staining my skirt and that putrid smell would linger in my hair for days. If King Hakurt thought he could break me, he would have to wait a long time. I had been in tougher situations. Somehow I would get out of this one too!

While sitting there I started thinking about my childhood and how I grew up to be in this situation. I was born in Dovonshar, a large city located in a land full of castles, kings, witches, and giants. The city of Dovonshar was the heart and seat of the Dovonshar Kingdom. The Kingdom covered a vast area of land. In addition to the city of Dovonshar the kingdom included multiple hamlets, villages, and towns. Two of the towns were harbor towns located on the coast of a beautiful sea.

The king and queen lived in an imposing castle on the northernmost end of the city. The castle, along with the entire city, was surrounded by a large impenetrable wall. Dovonshar stood near the edge of rolling hills and within sight of a large forest. It was a safe place to live and grow up. Our ruler, King Kuandel, made sure of that. He had the finest military in the land. Although our city had been attacked before, our military was victorious.

My father was a military man. He had slowly risen in the ranks until he became a military advisor to the king. Everyone led a relaxed life because the last war happened long before I was born. Nevertheless the military met regularly to ‘keep sharp’ as my father liked to say. Most people lived within the fortress walls. Those who lived outside the stone walls grew crops or raised larger animals. My father owned a bit of land within a few minutes ride from the castle. He built a home on a parcel of land where my mother preferred to stay. She said she did not want to live in the castle where people were willing to ‘smile to your face and then stab you in the back.’ If the top military officials wanted to gather and meet, my father would ride into the city and stay in the castle overnight. It was an idyllic life.

Father was blessed with three daughters, but no sons. It soon became apparent I was not like my sisters. They were more petite in size. I was tall and slender with a generous sized bosom. But what people remembered the most about me were my spellbinding, dark green eyes. No matter who I met they always remembered my piercing green eyes. Mother thought my eye color came from her side of the family, but she was not sure. My father did not care where my eye color came from; he just liked to call me his little green eyed hawk.

I idolized my father and I tried really hard to be like a son to him. I followed him everywhere. He taught me how to throw a knife and swing a sword. At the age of thirteen my path in life was set in motion by two events. The first one started when my father arranged for me to go to a special military school. It was located in a city far from home. Before I left for school the second event happened.

The day before I was to leave for school, I walked over to a nearby stream. It was my special place to go to think and be alone. The stream was down a ways, and across the main road that led to the castle. The stream was lined by thick bushes and tall mature trees. You could not see it from the road, so I felt safe going there alone. I wanted to bathe in it one more time before I left. I slipped out of my clothes and gingerly walked over the rocks to get to the knee deep water. A few minutes later I was surprised to see a man ride his horse through the brush. He was headed toward the stream, and me!

Already at the young age of thirteen I was five feet, eight inches tall and blossoming quickly into womanhood. There I was, naked as the day I was born. The man and I locked eyes. I was not scared or embarrassed, but I did feel uncomfortable.

A gentleman usually looks the other way! I shouted loudly.

Quickly he turned his horse around and mumbled some sort of an apology. The walk from the water to the spot where I placed my clothes seemed like a hundred miles away. He was such a handsome man. He had dark hair and deep set eyes. I did not have enough time to see what color they were, but they looked kind. I could feel my cheeks blushing pink because I found him so handsome. As fast as I could I pulled on my clothes. It was not easy because I was dripping wet.

When I was decent I asked him, Who are you and what are you doing here?

The stranger turned around and replied, My name is Bardeth. My horse needed a drink of water. I had no idea you were bathing here. May I know your name?

My body was trembling inside. I knew if I tried to speak my voice would be high and squeaky. Narrowing my eyes I glared at him and stormed off towards home. Bardeth gave his horse a drink of water then proceeded to catch up to me on the road.

Would you like a ride? he asked politely.

NO! I shot back angrily.

Secretly I wanted to look at him again but I did not want to be obvious. I stopped walking. He stopped his horse beside me.

My heart was racing as I looked up at him. As I was looking deep into his eyes I growled, in a deep, serious voice, Go away.

Tell me your name, and I will go away, he replied.

I did not answer. I spun around on my heels and continued walking home. He followed.

My father was outside when we arrived. He greeted me as I walked up to him. Shilight, who is that with you?

Silently I thought Thanks father. Now he knows my name.

"So this is where you live, Shilight," Bardeth said with a grin.

Yes, I replied and walked into the house.

My father and Bardeth sat down on the porch and began talking as I looked inside for something to drink. When I returned with drinks for everyone, I noticed they were getting along quite well. Bardeth gladly accepted his drink. As the men talked I learned Bardeth was in the military stationed at a military camp on the far eastern border of Dovonshar. The King ordered the military to secure the border closest to the Dragoatin border. He wanted to keep a sharp eye on the Dragoats after his forces defeated them in the last war. The Dragoats are a sneaky, cruel, warring people. It seems as if they enjoy war as much as we love peace.

Bardeth had been stationed at the border for the past two years. He was now eighteen years old. He was given leave to come home to see his uncle who was ill. He had traveled many days and nights to get here. He was tired, and was grateful for a chance to rest before he rode into the city to see his uncle. When he left our house he looked me in the eyes and said we would see each other again. As he rode away, he took part of my heart with him.

CHAPTER 2

The next day my parents saw me off to the military school. The schools headmaster, Ufsant, was taking me and six boys to the school. The school was a three day ride away from home. Ufsant assured my father I would be well cared for. He personally would make sure all my childish and