Cyrah woke to a sharp knock on a wooden door, eyes popping open wide. She leaped from the small cot at the back of the servant chamber no larger than her cell, though it smelled much nicer. Fixing her hair and wiping the drool from her chin, she hurried to open the door. Without evenContinue reading “Chapter 11 – Library”
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Chapter 10 – Fate
One long table made of cherry wood split the majestic room. A generous amount of candles, seated in candelabras, lined the table top presenting a plentiful meal with a set of plates and silverware placed on both ends. After Cyrah’s previous behavior, Nikolis moved straight to his seat. She recognized his lack of chivalry whenContinue reading “Chapter 10 – Fate”
Chapter 9 – Dinner Date
Chapter 8 – The Power of Harmony
A gentle glow snuck in through a slim window at the top of the wall opposite Cyrah’s cramped cell. Her eyes flickered open, surveyed her surroundings. Past night’s events recollected, she nodded off to sleep again. A harsh clang of metal jolted her awake. Her breath came in short gasps, heart pounding rapidly. A groupContinue reading “Chapter 8 – The Power of Harmony”
Chapter 6 – A Life Sentence
Cyrah rested against the vertical bars of her individual cell with her head tilted back, gaze transfixed on the ceiling somewhere up in the pitch darkness. Every breath was shallow, evading the stench surrounding her. She closed her eyes and considered her situation. Home burned to the ground, chased out of her home for decliningContinue reading “Chapter 6 – A Life Sentence”
Chapter 2 – The Proposal
Cyrah’s captivating journey carried her all the way to chapter three when a man’s soothing voice snapped her back to reality. “Hi there, Cyrah. Fancy meeting you here.” She rolled her eyes, deep blue as the ocean. He approached, and he was the last person she wanted to entertain. “Greetings,” she answered dryly. He alwaysContinue reading “Chapter 2 – The Proposal”
Chapter 1 – This Provincial Life
“Good morning.” “How’s your family?” “In good health, thank you.” The early summer sun shined that morning just over the horizon, spilling a pale yellow light across rooftops. Bakers, who had been awake before dawn, carried trays outside to attract customers with the alluring scent of warm breads. The blacksmith and tinkerer, with their shopsContinue reading “Chapter 1 – This Provincial Life”
Kilena Shrelack 