The Royal Code: An Urban Fantasy Short Story: The Cato Dragon Rider Fantasy Series, #1.3

By Connor Whiteley

A Banished Son. A So-called God King. A Royal Code.

The Royal Code controls the King.

Cato returns to his father. He fights dark forces. Cato needs to return to his family.

Can Cato convince his father to have him back?

If you love action packed, suspenseful urban fantasy short stories, you'll love this one!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201399146

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

THE ROYAL CODE

Returning to where everything began, Cato smiled a little as he remembered this was the centre of humanity. From here all the decisions were made. So, there was no better place to return to now. 

As Cato walked along the immensely long white polished marble floor towards the even bigger throne, made of pure crystal and diamonds, in the middle of a raised platforms tens of metres away. Cato heard his light footsteps in his leather boots echoed loudly in this empty throne room. 

As he passed the cold dull white marble pillars that rose high into the heavens and ornate paintings on the ceiling. Cato had to smile as he remembered him and his sister playing on the smooth cold floor with their toys as children. Then the maids moaning to themselves at the mess they made on the freshly mopped floor. Those were the days.

Cato turned his head slightly to see in-between the marble pillars and he rolled his eyes as he saw his father still had those horrible murals of ancient warriors. It wasn't like Cato didn't appreciate these warriors. After all they had saved the Realm a few times. Cato just hated the colours and the condition they were in. The least his father could do was giving these murals a lick of paint or gold. 

Forcing his attention away, Cato kept walking with his loud footsteps towards the small raised marble platform ahead. Granted