Parting Ways

Avatar Author: Ford Dent Ford's name isn't actually Ford, but for the purpose of discussion we'll assume it is. He's not published anywhere, not yet. He will probably claim to still be unpublished after the fact so as to keep a hold on his stre... Read Bio

Her Highness the Princess of Qerradith, first and last daughter of Her Royal Majesty, Queen of the Realm, first in line of succession by birthright, and (nominally) Defender of the Royal Lands, pouted as Dabrose mounted his horse and, with a final nod, rode out of the stables with the grim look of a man who has just been shot at and expects another shot to come sooner rather than later. Infuriating man, she thought, you’ll be no safer out there than in here. At least in here you’d be close by.

The smarter, practical part of her brain was already working out the next move—someone had ordered Dabrose killed, simply because he knew about the missing key. That someone was, unfortunately, likely to be her mother. The Princess’ interference in that particular course of action would get her into trouble, should her mother see fit to make anything resembling an inquiry. It followed that the Princess would need a patsy. One of the Dukes she disliked, perhaps.

The other parts of her brain were still pouting.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    That first sentence is a doozy in length, but overall it’s a fun and galloping read. I like the last line especially, showing the mix of maturity/immaturity or perhaps emotionality/cunning.

  2. Avatar Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA)

    It starts off really wordy but I suppose that was your point. The last sentence had me grinning. :D

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