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kc_obrienHere is Today's Tuesday's (Late) 30 Days of Fiction story.The fourth task is to write fiction using the prompt: "A Hostage Situation."
"You look positively beautiful, my sweet."
Anya spun on her heel, cool fury in her eyes, "I do not care if I look beautiful This isn't how it's supposed to be, uncle."
Tobias shook his head, "No, it isn't, but," he sighed unhappily, "it is the way that it is."
"I do not care one bit for the way that it is. I do not want to marry him and I do not want to be given away at my wedding by anyone but father."
Tears glistened around her eyes, but the Lady kept them in check, not for the first time since being marched to the capital, but she would be damned if she would make a spectacle of herself, especially already made up as she was.
"Child, you will be a Princess when today is finished and one day you will be Queen. Your son will be rule as King. You will want for nothing."
"I will want for home. For the mother and father I left behind, father off subduing rebellious Lords and the mother who is not here for fear of giving them," she hesitated, leaving 'another' unsaid, "hostage. I will want for my Alistair’s laughing smile, while married to the knight that killed him."
Tobias crossed the space between them, wrapping his niece in a tight hug. "It may sound as nothing now, but he is fair to look upon and I am told he is a good man. Love may yet blossom from the rockiest of soils."
"No, uncle, I cannot love again," her voice was haunted and quiet, "that fire is extinguished, ne'er to return again. All that I have left is a fair and good man I despise and life as a hostage to father's good behavior."
"And your Nuncle to keep you company." Tobias tried, but the cheer he would offer could not even make it to his voice.
"I love you, Uncle Tobias," she murmured with a forced smile, the sorrow weighing heavy across her brow, "and for that love I would rather you home safe than here with me."
A heavy rapping on the door startled them both. "Come," Lady Anya answered it curtly.
The Royal Page that entered couldn't be more than twelve, "My lady," he murmured, dropping to one knee, "it is time."
Tobias offered her one last smile, taking the wedding cloak off of it's stand, sweeping it over Anya's shoulders with a flourish.
"I am ready."
Click Here for the full "30 Days of Fiction" list, including links to completed stories for the memetic challenge!
"You look positively beautiful, my sweet."
Anya spun on her heel, cool fury in her eyes, "I do not care if I look beautiful This isn't how it's supposed to be, uncle."
Tobias shook his head, "No, it isn't, but," he sighed unhappily, "it is the way that it is."
"I do not care one bit for the way that it is. I do not want to marry him and I do not want to be given away at my wedding by anyone but father."
Tears glistened around her eyes, but the Lady kept them in check, not for the first time since being marched to the capital, but she would be damned if she would make a spectacle of herself, especially already made up as she was.
"Child, you will be a Princess when today is finished and one day you will be Queen. Your son will be rule as King. You will want for nothing."
"I will want for home. For the mother and father I left behind, father off subduing rebellious Lords and the mother who is not here for fear of giving them," she hesitated, leaving 'another' unsaid, "hostage. I will want for my Alistair’s laughing smile, while married to the knight that killed him."
Tobias crossed the space between them, wrapping his niece in a tight hug. "It may sound as nothing now, but he is fair to look upon and I am told he is a good man. Love may yet blossom from the rockiest of soils."
"No, uncle, I cannot love again," her voice was haunted and quiet, "that fire is extinguished, ne'er to return again. All that I have left is a fair and good man I despise and life as a hostage to father's good behavior."
"And your Nuncle to keep you company." Tobias tried, but the cheer he would offer could not even make it to his voice.
"I love you, Uncle Tobias," she murmured with a forced smile, the sorrow weighing heavy across her brow, "and for that love I would rather you home safe than here with me."
A heavy rapping on the door startled them both. "Come," Lady Anya answered it curtly.
The Royal Page that entered couldn't be more than twelve, "My lady," he murmured, dropping to one knee, "it is time."
Tobias offered her one last smile, taking the wedding cloak off of it's stand, sweeping it over Anya's shoulders with a flourish.
"I am ready."
Click Here for the full "30 Days of Fiction" list, including links to completed stories for the memetic challenge!
