It's the last weekend of February, and thus the last weekend I will deliberately focus on a romantic eight sentences for WeWriWa.
It would have been lovely to close out the month with the main character and his lady love. Unfortunately, they are not together at this point in the story. Instead I give you a dear friend of his.
Duncan St. Robert is somewhat of a ladies' man, but he has never yet been in love. His sisters have been warning him for some time that when he does fall, he'll fall hard. In this scene he's been watching a new lady at court, or rather watching her back. Then she turns around...
"His heart stopped beating in his chest, and then resumed at a galloping pace. This maiden had alabaster skin and delicate brows framing eyes that beckoned to him despite the fact that she had not seen him. He could not tell the color of those enchanting orbs and he felt as if his life’s work must be to discover their hue.
Duncan squared his shoulders, took ten steps toward her … and tripped.
Red curls appeared in front of his face. “Are you hurt?” He looked up into gray- green eyes filled with concern for him and in that instant lost his heart.
“I feel no pain.”
I suppose I should mention that the red curls belong to the very lady he was watching. And Duncan doesn't know it, but she was watching him too.
That's my eight for the week. Please be sure to visit all the other talented authors who participate in WeWriWa.
Kate
It would have been lovely to close out the month with the main character and his lady love. Unfortunately, they are not together at this point in the story. Instead I give you a dear friend of his.
Duncan St. Robert is somewhat of a ladies' man, but he has never yet been in love. His sisters have been warning him for some time that when he does fall, he'll fall hard. In this scene he's been watching a new lady at court, or rather watching her back. Then she turns around...
"His heart stopped beating in his chest, and then resumed at a galloping pace. This maiden had alabaster skin and delicate brows framing eyes that beckoned to him despite the fact that she had not seen him. He could not tell the color of those enchanting orbs and he felt as if his life’s work must be to discover their hue.
Duncan squared his shoulders, took ten steps toward her … and tripped.
Red curls appeared in front of his face. “Are you hurt?” He looked up into gray- green eyes filled with concern for him and in that instant lost his heart.
“I feel no pain.”
I suppose I should mention that the red curls belong to the very lady he was watching. And Duncan doesn't know it, but she was watching him too.
That's my eight for the week. Please be sure to visit all the other talented authors who participate in WeWriWa.
Kate
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