Romantic Friday Writers: Hosted by Francine and L'Aussie.
Today's theme: Lost.
For your enjoyment here is an excerpt from my epic fantasy, The Treasures of Carmelidrium, chapter twenty-two, The Spring Festival Dance. In case you have heard me talk about my heroine Missie, that is her nickname, her given name is Michelle. She is a modern American University student and gifted flutist. Prince Healden is heir to the throne of Gil-Lael. His name is pronounced with a silent 'a' like Heath.
Healden frowned, stood, and stared at Michelle in disbelief. Not again! The ache of need swept through him. He loved her beyond raison d'être.Michelle stepped farther away and he knew she already second-guessed their passion. Why would she not yield?
“If I go home,” Michelle began. “My heart will be ripped from me, and yet…how can I hurt my family?”
Healden shut his eyes and folded his fingers around the ring. He’d heard this complaint from her repeatedly for the past three months.
“How can you ignore the passion you have just demonstrated and refuse our love?” Healden’s voice rose with his anger. “Your kisses betray the truth. I know you love me.”
Michelle began to tremble; her bare shoulders shook while tears fell along her cheeks. Healden ignored this show of emotion. Hadn’t he shown her every restraint, every care? Did she expect a rational answer?
“Can’t you understand how hard it is?” Michelle’s voice choked.
“Damn you, woman, you drive me insane with desire. You eat at our table, occupy my home, and entice me with your body. What game do you play?”
Healden continued. “You have pledged your love with your kisses if not with your voice. Have you not seen the women who would marry me if I asked? Every one of them! Yet you hold me in your hand and squeeze my love between your fingers and deny my vow.” His voice grew louder.
The tears ran unchecked down Michelle’s cheeks now. Healden watched her wipe them away with the heel of her gloved hand, but didn’t offer his kerchief. He opened his palm and held forth the ring. “I ask it again, marry me.”
“Healden,” her voice a whisper, “I cannot.”
Healden shut his eyes, folded his hand over the ring again and bent his head. Oh cruel game, Healden thought.
He gazed at her dispassionately and denied his ardent love. “I waste my time with you!” Then he cast the ring away into the dark, turned, and left her.
This came in at 339 words. The Treasures of Carmelidrium is an e-book available at Amazon, Barnes & Nobels, iBookstore and Smashwords.com Links are on the left hand side.