This month I’m pulling from the first book in my new historical-fantasy-that’s-not-actually-fantasy series, each story of which is based on a classic fairy tale.
When Brandulfr and his army show up outside her village on their quest to find a cure for his curse, Nyah must decide where her loyalties lie: with her sister who’s been taken hostage, with her village, or with the disfigured warrior who’s more than he appears to be.
All month, I’ve been pulling from the prologue. Nyah’s dad stole a book from the king of Karjaland and was tasked with bringing it back – or else. We’re moving to chapter one now, which takes place five years later. Nyah is discussing her betrothed, Wynne, with her younger sister.
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She scowled and said, “I dinnae know why you even put up with Wynne; you aren’t a good match for him.”
I busied myself with arranging our few plates on the small table and replied, “Wynne isn’t so bad. He means well, even though he did steal our chicken, and he will make a good husband. We should be fortunate that Earc agreed to the match, to take in what amounts to two orphans. We’ll make sure to focus on a match of love for you.”
She avoided looking at me. “If Father were here, he would find us better matches.”
“Father isn’t here.”
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There’s always that practical sibling. Great snippet!
Interesting reasons to be ok with your bridegroom! enjoyed the snippet…
Sounds like she is about to sacrifice her happiness for the good of her family. Great dialogue.
He didn’t steal our chickens, so I’ll marry him. Low standards here, methinks.
Sometimes in life, good enough is the best you get. It’s not fair, but it happens.