I started a new temp job last week, an assignment that’ll probably last until August (unless I find something full time before then). Not only does the work have a nice variety, but the place is super laid back. On Thursday, I was told to bring a book with me because the next day would probably be slow, and we could read if there was no work to be done. Instead of reading the whole time, I started on a story that I’ve been wanting to write for awhile, but the details just came together this week.
|photo from School for Champions|
It’s a twist on a Greek myth, with the female main character relating it years later to the male main character. In this chunk, she’s just met him and noticed his unusual eyes – blue, when everyone else’s are brown. At this point, she’s annoyed by him because she perceives him to be yet another self-absorbed hero looking to marry a princess.
“My adopted father says they’re a gift from the gods, marking me as their favorite,” you said as you grinned at me, as if expecting me to be impressed by this claim.
I nodded curtly, turned to my father. “The sun is tiring. May I return to the palace?”
“Of course. We need you well-rested for tonight’s feast.”
As I turned my horse, I noticed the brief crestfallen look on your face and smiled to myself. Even after so much time has passed, I still take great pride and pleasure in being one of the few women ever able to reject your advances.
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