Prince Nameless by Patti Larsen

Author:Patti Larsen [Larsen, Patti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Purely Paranormal Press
Published: 2017-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

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The warrioress stares at herself in the mirror of the local beauty garden, shocked at what she sees. The dress she wears is a little thread-worn, but she loves how it swings around her feet. Her hair is carefully arranged though she frets it's too plain. Her eyes and lips are coated in cosmetics and fake jewels sparkle on her hands and around her neck.

Here then is the woman who will sweep the Prince from his feet!

She chooses to ignore the nasty giggling from the other women in the garden or the eye rolls and whispers about her appearance. She's done what she can, and it will be enough, she's sure of it.

As she leaves, she straps her trusty sword to her side, patting its familiar weight before, whistling and smiling, she goes off to meet her fate.

The man at the palace door stares at her, eyes huge and she takes it as a good sign. She must look splendid if he's staring at her so. She is led down the long hall to a huge dining area, the walls covered in beautiful tapestries, heavy wooden table and chairs carved with intricate designs. She spots the Prince, sees him at the far end of the room, starts to head for him only to be shown to her seat all the way down at the other end, between a snoring old man and a jittery little girl wearing thick-lensed glasses.

Despair rises in her heart. How will her Prince notice her all the way down here? And there he sits, dressed in his lovely new clothes with the gryphon's pelt wrapped around him. She can hear some of what is said, how his hangers on admire his appearance, how beautiful they tell him he is.

And he is. The warrioress sinks into her own seat, hands smoothing over the faded fabric of her gown.

Dinner is ashes in her mouth, but she forces herself to chew, swallow, drink the slightly stale water she is served with the lumpy stew while she watches her Prince and his followers eat the finest beef and drink the most sparkling of wines.

As she rises to go at last, not waiting for dessert, she notices two ladies she's seen earlier at the gardens. They had just been sitting with the Prince, talking and laughing with him. And now they are smiling at her.

“Come,” one says, taking her hand. “His Highness would like to speak to you.”

“Yes,” the other giggles. “But in private.”

She laughs with them, hope soaring. Of course. He wants to thank her in person.

Excitement wins the day and she finds herself swept along by the song in her heart.

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