Post by mreditor on Dec 17, 2008 22:17:21 GMT -5
Dec 17, 2008 20:03:17 GMT -5 @cynder said:
I didn't know where to put it, so I shall post it here. ;DI'm writing a story called The Poet and the Queen. It's a Middle Age/romance story about a peasant named Edward "Ed" Touffer, a twenty year old peasant that loves to write poems and the princess Frea Briar, who is about to turn twenty. She becomes the queen of Archland when her father, Kestrel Briar, the king, dies in battle, but his knights and general avenge his death by beating the enemy. *sigh* If I go on with this summary, it will take all night. I'll just skip to the first chapter.
Chapter One:
Frea sat on her father's throne, her hands folded in her lap. She was waiting patiently for the king to return victorious from battle, to soothe her fears and wonderings. Soon, the general, flanked by two knights, walked into the throne room. "Your Majesty.", he said as he bowed. Frea watched them with critical blue eyes.
"Where is my father?", she asked, putting her wispy black hair back. The general rose from his respectful pose and did not meet the princess's gaze. "Lord Kestrel was killed by enemy blow. He....he was mortally wounded.", he stammered. Frea did not move. She was still like a stone as her eyes began to glisten with tears.
"What do you want us to do?", the general asked hesitantly after the silence stretched on. "I want you to inform the nobles and squires and peasants that they may join us in a royal banquet, in celebration of our victory. Only the nobles shall remain for the mourning of our great king.", Frea sighed. The general bowed and he and the two knights walked out of the room, leaving the princess to ponder on the future yet to come. Later, she summoned the Court Jester, but none of his tricks or antics could cheer her up. Bored, tired, and depressed, Frea put her right hand on her forehead and exhaled deeply.
That evening, the princess was greeted by the arrival of many guests, though she didn't know any of them. The nobles and their wives were dressed elegantly. The squires wore their best attire, and the peasants wore whatever they could find that was appropriate for the occasion. As they danced before her eyes, Frea
A figure caught her eye as the crowd parted for a brief second. He was handsome, with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. Frea looked away as he met her gaze. Edward looked away as well. It was strange to have locked gazes with someone of higher rank. At least for him.
After dancing, it was time for the banquet. Though Frea was seated at the end of the table, the same guy that she saw came and sat at her right. "Hello.", Edward greeted casually. "I'm Edward, Edward Touffer." Frea was astounded that a peasant, especially this, Edward, to come and sit by her.
His voice was deep yet kind and made her feel like a child again. Realizing Edward was waiting for a response, Frea gathered her composure. "I'm Frea Briar, King Kestrel's daughter.", she said. "Well, it was an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. I hate to be rude, but I'm afraid I have to go.", he told her, and his eyes were
Supressed, is spelled with two p's like this, "suppressed".
Apolegetic, is spelled like this, "apologetic".
Other than that, I found it an interesting start, kind of sad how you start out with a death though...