It’s been a few weeks since I’ve shared my writing on a Friday, so it’s time to change that! This week, I’m sharing the start of chapter two of my novel Tales of The Forbidden. The rewrite is going well for anyone who’s interested to know that and you can always see how it’s progressing by checking the progress bar in the side bar to the right.
This is the first draft of the rewrite, so typos are possible. Have fun reading and let me know what you think; I love hearing what you have to say. 🙂
Golden rays kissed the kingdom and bathed the citizens of Cavor in gentle warmth. Beneath the castle, the inhabitants of the capital bustled to and fro. Adults worked in the fields and traded and sold items in the market plaza. Saria watched from a window as younger children ran and played fast-paced games while the older children helped their parents. Her lips curled at the sight.
For now, the children enjoyed playing outside in the warm late summer weather. In the distance, clouds drifted in the sky, carried by the gentle breeze that caressed her skin. Another two, perhaps three days. The storm brought with it the start of autumn, during which the air grew colder and the nights longer. They would struggle through it, like they did the year before – and every year before that.
“Milady,” a voice broke her from her observations. “Lord Andreas and Lord Haral are looking for you. They want you to go to His Majesty’s chambers.”
Saria spun and nodded at the woman. “Thank you.” Her dress shifted, touching her knees as she walked past the woman and down the left path. She ascended the nearest staircase and walked down the hall to her grandfather’s room. Curiosity coiled in her stomach and quickly tightened; it formed a hard ball of dread. Her thoughts jumped to the worst and she waved away the thought. No. They simply needed to speak with her.
He would have summoned her to the throne room under normal circumstances, Saria realized. She crushed the thought.
A door farther down the hall swung open and Andreas greeted her with a small wave. He had forced a pathetic smile and it failed to mask his emotions. Sorrow darkened his eyes. The sight thrust the knot of dread into her gut and she parted her lips. Her words caught in her throat and she stared at him, even as Haral joined them outside her grandfather’s bedroom.
That’s it for this week, but I might share more next Friday! Stick around if you’d like to read more. And while I’m at it, happy holidays to you all! I’m excited for Christmas.
What are you excited about?
- Tales of The Forbidden – Rewrite, Short Snippet (natashamcneely.wordpress.com)