Chrys N. Jay is taking a short break from Starting Over, for a new story, tentatively titled Something Amiss in Alerald. For the next few weeks I’m trying my hand at an LGBT Fairy Tale to submit for a contest. So we’ll leave Victoria and Toby in the bedroom where we left them (I’m sure they’ll find many ways to amuse themselves while they’re locked in there) and we’ll introduce you to a new princess in town. One that has no desire to find a Prince Charming. We’ll see where the story goes, because right now…I have no idea where this will take us!
Princess Reanna is having a confrontation with her mother, Queen Amica, over her balking at not wanting to marry any of the Prince’s that have come looking for her hand.
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“What? You think you shall live out your life as an old spinster woman? You think that will make you happy?”
“I shall not be alone. I’ll have Nahla.” Reanna turned and gazed up into her servant’s eyes. “I shall most decidedly be happy in her care.”
A scarlet flush spread up Nahla’s cheeks. When the Queen’s keen gaze turned in her direction, the flush deepened and a sweat broke out upon her brow.
“I see…” the Queen mused, her eyes glancing back and forth between her daughter and the young servant girl. She paced the length of the bedchamber, and stopped abruptly in front of Reanna, staring at her.
“I believe it’s time for a change.”
Nahla stood by mutely, not daring to utter a word, her face drained, white and pale.
“Nahla, gather your belongings,” the Queen commanded. “I’ll be back.”
Once the Queen turned and left, Reanna flung herself into her servant’s arms with a sob. “Whatever are we going to do?”
Nahla stroked Reanna’s back as she held her. Her face was blanched white. Servants had been killed for less in the Land of Alerald.
Reanna tipped her head and nuzzled Nahla’s neck. “Dearest…I musn’t lose you. My heart belongs to you.”
The girls clung to each other in despair, fearful of what Queen Amica had in mind.
“However can she know?” Reanna wondered. “How can she know that I love you?”
“Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she only suspects. If she returns and finds us clutching each other like this, she will certainly know.” She untangled herself from the embrace and stepped back.
As Nahla slipped into the small room curtained off from Reanna’s extravagant bedchamber, the Princess turned and moved to the turret window in a daze. She stood staring out into the vast land before her, her mind in a whirl.