It's great to be back...again. Tonight wraps up my birthday week, and I have to say that I highly recommend both the movie "Into The Woods" and chocolate-cherry cake.
Two weeks ago, Lord Everard Carlisle got seriously dissed by Count Marcel DuClerque (and trust me, the guy totally deserved it). This weekend I must choose between posting the very next eight sentences, or going back to my signature "random scrolling method." *cue theme from Jeopardy!*
Going way back in time to Chapter 12, we have our first tragedy of the novel. A poisoned arrow meant for the Crown Prince has instead struck a member of the royal party named Andrew Boyd. His wife Eleanor is there, as is a healer who has explained that there is nothing to be done. Eleanor knows there isn't much time left.
She strained to hear his voice. “Don’t want you… see me this way. Go.”
“I will not!” she cried, pressing a kiss to his hand, her tears the only warmth she felt as his pulse began to weaken. His breath was coming harder now. She looked in his eyes and saw fear that made her weep even more. Andrew had never feared anything.
He whispered “Mercy…oh Lord” and was still.
Andrew didn't even learn before dying that Eleanor was with child again. It still breaks me up to read this scene, years after writing it.
I'll see you all around the web, and I promise to post something less depressing next week, should the scrolling cooperate.