Welcome to the last post for the month of June. This week, our authors are writing to the word prompt COMPLICATED. I’m continuing with my paranormal fantasy, The Bonds of Time.
“The Maker help us all,” breathed Lorna. “We aren’t ready! We haven’t found the consort. Alone, she won’t be strong enough to withstand your brother’s advances and trickery.” She sighed. “We expected too much of you, my love, relying on you to keep him in check while he was feeding on the evil surrounding him. You warned us not to be foolish and complacent, and yet we thought the less she knew about the path she must walk, the safer she would be. We’d expected a smooth ascension to the throne and now … Why must everything be so complicated?”
“Lorna,” Garth reached out to her and grasped one shoulder with his free hand. “We can’t give up. The Maker chose to hide the prince from us all for his own protection. When the time is right, he’ll reveal him. We can’t lose faith. Return to Sanctuary, inform the Council, while I return to Keltoi Manor, see to Lord William’s needs, and prepare him for her arrival. That sycophant Nathan Vickers, Lady Mary’s nephew, is still there. The man has a black soul. I’m convinced he’s up to something more than trying to get money out of the old man this time, maybe even fancies himself the heir although we both know that’s impossible. I’ll do my best to get rid of him before her arrival. I’ll contact you as soon as I hear from Meg and Astrid.”
He stretched and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be glad when I can shed this disguise and come home to you, my love. While it’s true that no one notices an old groom tending to the horses, this guise does have its limitations.”
“The Maker go with you, Garth. Watch your back; I don’t trust Lady Mary’s nephew. You’re right about the darkness within him. I’ll call the Council together this afternoon. We have no time to waste. Take care, husband. It’ll be good to have you with me once again.”
She looked around, and seeing no one, shimmered, and assumed the form of a sleek black cat.
Garth patted her head. “Aye, but you are lovely no matter in any form.”
He turned toward the road and walked off towards the manor house a few miles away. Once he was out of sight, the cat shimmered again and melted into the stone.
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