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September 8, 2015
Excerpt: "Trouble"
Ulric glances to his left at Ferrant; I catch the slight nod exchanged between them. My guards draw their swords and my hand hovers in the air, ready to grab my dagger. Something is wrong.
“Ferrant warned me that you may need some…encouragement,” Ulric says. My eyes shift to Ferrant, and I suddenly begin to understand why things have felt so wrong here.
“I’d like to have a word with you when this is done,” I tell him.
“Oh, Your Highness, I do apologize. But I was also planning to tell you that I will no longer be serving Newrock.”
“I see.” My hand quivers, ready. My eyes lower, then go back to the king. “So if I refuse this offer?”
“I will give you a night to think it over. You may send a messenger to me with your answer tomorrow. In the meantime, I will take your brother to keep me company on my journey home.”
“What about my brother?” I demand, unable to hide the panic in my voice.
“I have Prince Vian in my custody. If you refuse my offer, you will be declaring war on Etigan, and your brother will be the first casualty of that war.” Ulric speaks in monotone, sounding almost bored, as if he’s not about to completely ruin my life. I can feel my anger reaching dangerous levels. My hands are shaking.
“Where is my brother?” I speak the words one at a time, stressing them, trying to control my breathing. But I’m not looking at King Ulric; my eyes bore into Ferrant with a hatred out of my control.
“Your answer tomorrow, Queen Virginia. Your hand in marriage to my nephew, and a seal on a contract uniting our kingdoms, or Prince Vian is beheaded tomorrow at sunset. The choice is yours.” King Ulric turns and walks away, more quickly this time, flanked by his guards with weapons drawn.
“You planned this,” I say as I move around the desk toward Ferrant.
“I would order your guards to lower their weapons. Etigan has Benakarsa surrounded, and the townspeople will be the first to suffer if you declare war. My time here is finished.” With that, he turns and beckons the guards to follow.
“Look at me you coward!” I scream at him. The guards following him turn quickly, apparently startled by the outburst. But Ferrant turns slowly.
“I thought your father knocked that anger out of you when he put you in the stocks?”
I’m no longer in control of myself. Drawing my dagger, I rush into the hall and tackle Ferrant, pushing him down, my blade on his throat. --Against the Reign
“Ferrant warned me that you may need some…encouragement,” Ulric says. My eyes shift to Ferrant, and I suddenly begin to understand why things have felt so wrong here.
“I’d like to have a word with you when this is done,” I tell him.
“Oh, Your Highness, I do apologize. But I was also planning to tell you that I will no longer be serving Newrock.”
“I see.” My hand quivers, ready. My eyes lower, then go back to the king. “So if I refuse this offer?”
“I will give you a night to think it over. You may send a messenger to me with your answer tomorrow. In the meantime, I will take your brother to keep me company on my journey home.”
“What about my brother?” I demand, unable to hide the panic in my voice.
“I have Prince Vian in my custody. If you refuse my offer, you will be declaring war on Etigan, and your brother will be the first casualty of that war.” Ulric speaks in monotone, sounding almost bored, as if he’s not about to completely ruin my life. I can feel my anger reaching dangerous levels. My hands are shaking.
“Where is my brother?” I speak the words one at a time, stressing them, trying to control my breathing. But I’m not looking at King Ulric; my eyes bore into Ferrant with a hatred out of my control.
“Your answer tomorrow, Queen Virginia. Your hand in marriage to my nephew, and a seal on a contract uniting our kingdoms, or Prince Vian is beheaded tomorrow at sunset. The choice is yours.” King Ulric turns and walks away, more quickly this time, flanked by his guards with weapons drawn.
“You planned this,” I say as I move around the desk toward Ferrant.
“I would order your guards to lower their weapons. Etigan has Benakarsa surrounded, and the townspeople will be the first to suffer if you declare war. My time here is finished.” With that, he turns and beckons the guards to follow.
“Look at me you coward!” I scream at him. The guards following him turn quickly, apparently startled by the outburst. But Ferrant turns slowly.
“I thought your father knocked that anger out of you when he put you in the stocks?”
I’m no longer in control of myself. Drawing my dagger, I rush into the hall and tackle Ferrant, pushing him down, my blade on his throat. --Against the Reign
