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Inspired by: Lindsey Stirling – Beyond the Veil
Brought to you by: The Figment Writers
Hello! October 17 is the release date for Maeseloria: Light’s Guide. I cannot be more excited to share Christi’s story with you. On Monday, I will be hosting a Facebook Live event at 8 pm EST. Please stop in and say hi, the big reveal for this book will be at 8 sharp so don’t be late! Let’s see…news news. We are less than a month from the local author fair. If you are a local person, the Local Author Fair is at Way Public Library in Perrysburg from 1:30-3. Hope to see you there!
There will also be a signing/release event for Maeseloria: Light’s Guide at Gathering Volumes in Perrysburg. I will be there from 2-5 with some pretty awesome giveaways planned. Make sure you stop in. We will have all four books available for both purchase and the author’s signature. I look forward to seeing you!
Now, on to the business at hand…this week’s writing prompt. This week, our beloved hostess with the mostest gave us a single word prompt, hidden. For this, a new character outside the realm came to mind. This is an amazing realm created by my friend and editor. Let’s see if we can do it justice.
Adrienne Morgan crept from the castle just after dawn. Princess Terra would be asleep for a few hours more. Even the realm’s best diplomat needed a moment to herself beyond the pressures of station and realm. She snuck from the castle in a pair of black pants, coat and blouse. This morning, Adrienne was dressed for the morning’s chill rather than society’s dictates. Her strawberry shaded hair was tied in a loose knot at the nape of her neck. Her bow rested against her shoulder like an extension of herself and the quiver of arrows that joined it felt like home.
Home was not a place she had seen in sometime. Her parents left their country manor nearly two years before with the intention of finding a suitable mate worthy of their only daughter. Adrienne was paraded and presented to every noble from not only her clan but many neighboring clans, including the Marei. At this juncture, she resigned herself to being a maid. Two years and no one offered for her hand. Two years of negotiating and hopes resulted in nothing. The very idea that she was unwanted galled her. Her family connections alone should have brought at least one offer for her hand. The idea of her remaining in the unmarried state concerned her parents.
That concern prompted them to seek out the princess and offer her as a lady in waiting. Adrienne thought as she reached the archery yards. Their desperate act led to a friendship she would trade for nothing. Terra was the sister she had always longed for. The princess’ tenacity impressed her. Though her patience and short temper often led to difficult situations, Adrienne would have served no other. Beneath those difficulties, she found her friend compassionate and loving.
A smile crept across her lips as she knocked her first arrow, drew and let it fly. The smile faded to a murderous look when she saw her arrows struck far to the left of the bullseye. Truthfully, she was out of practice. Her duties kept her from the yards and the thought saddened her. In truth, if she married her husband would not likely approve of a wife who handled a bow and could hunt as well as he. Ladies were expected to fawn over the men during the course of the hunt, not outshine their counterparts.
Like lightning, she knocked a second arrow and fired. The second shot struck home. “Much better.” She murmured as daylight grew before her. How long could she stay hidden among society’s doves before they whispered she was long past her prime and relegated her to the spinster category? The thought bothered her. At some point in her life, she wanted a husband and family. Right now, she would settle for her dawns on the archery yards and serving her princess as faithfully as she could.
A grin crept across her lips. Perhaps she could convince Terra to go on a hunt with her before winter was upon them. With Terra, at least, she suspected she did not have to hide.
Sandra Hults 