The Tryst
Princess Nylah rode to their meeting place. She dismounted her steed. It remained motionless, it’s white horn catching the sunlight. She walked to the ruins hoping they were here.
“My lady!” a voice said once Nylah walked through the doorway. Nylah quickly turned and saw Selene was standing there dressed in her dark street clothes. She had short dark hair and a thin frame which allowed her to squeeze through the smallest gaps.
“We haven’t got long. My father wants me to meet a suitor. As if I would want to marry them. I’d rather marry you.” the Princess declared. Selene smiled.
“I don’t think your father would want that. If I was caught in your rooms again I’d be back in his dungeons.”
“But you’re the thief who stole my heart.”
“I can give it back.” Selene offered.
“I want you to keep it.” Nylah replied as they kissed.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 150
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #101.
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Doesn’t seem like anyone wants the heart…
You know, I think rather than sci-fi, you might want to try to write a fantasy novel. It seems to be your genre…
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Thanks ♥️
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Sounds like she ought to try stealing the whole body.
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I like that. Shame princesses have to do their duty, and that duty by tradition does not include love
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Lovely story. Like Crispina said, it’s a shame princesses have their duties…
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Well, here’s what we hope, assuming that what’s wrong here is Nylah’s parents are anti-gay:
1) hope suitor is a gay man
2) Make deal with said suitor to double keep secrets
3) Secret marriages all around
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