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Genre: Fantasy
About lbelowLocation: Rural Ontario Home Region: Age:18 Favorite novels: Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, The Phantom of the Opera Favorite writers: Jane Austen, Lord Byron, Mercedes Lackey, Orson Scott Card Favorite music: Evanescence Non-noveling interests: Anime and Manga (reading, watching, drawing), listening to music, singing |
Joined: juin 25, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 37 NaNoWriMo buddies: 9
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Synopsis: Princess Unknowing (working title)
At the tender age of four, Princess Aethylidia was sent away under guard to a tower at the edge of the country, there to be killed if she showed any signs of being a witch. Unbeknownst to her guardians, she meets the young Prince of the neighbouring country, and receives a token and the promise that he will return to marry her.
Twenty years later, Lidia has long since given up all dreams of being a princess, thinking them ficticious hopes which would never come to fruition. She has adjusted to living the life in the tower with her guardians, never considering that they might harbour malicious intentions towards her. Each year she is brought to Father Benedictus to be observed, but no signs of witchcraft have yet been found.
However, she overhears a conversation between two of her captors, a worried exchange that they are running out of ways to keep her occupied. She hears of their orders to kill her if she does anything unnatural, and she panics. She escapes out of her bedroom window, though she does not know where to flee. She is spotted in her flight, and therefore she begins to run.
She turns towards the Prince's land, where he pointed her when they met all those years ago. Just as her strength is lagging and she fears that her captors will overcome her, she raises her hands to the sky on instinct and calls out.
A wind picks up and to all who are watching it forms itself to an eagle. Newfound strength fills Lidia's limbs and she finds herself able to continue her flight. She reaches the Prince's palace and claims sanctuary with him, showing him the token he gave her as proof that she comes with no ill will.
But her father has since died and her mother retreated from the world out of grief, leaving Lidia's younger sister to run the country -- and poorly, at that. Prince Brynmor is convinced that Lidia should return and claim the throne, but first he must convince her that she is who he says she is, and then he must give her the confidence to go through with his advice to better her country.
Excerpt: Princess Unknowing (working title)
The girl was alone in the chamber. Her back was turned to him, so he could see nothing of her save her shock of blond hair flowing down her back, and a glimpse of the blue silk dress underneath. He judged it safe enough, and so he whistled softly.
She turned around, a startled expression playing over her angelic face. Her eyes widened further once she saw him partially concealed behind the altar. He beckoned her closer.
A wary expression crossed her face, but it was soon gone, replaced by her pleasant features. She stepped closer until he was free to retreat fully behind the altar, and she was half hidden.
There were many things that he wished to ask her, but first and foremost, he only wished to meet her. He thought it terribly exciting to have met someone from Mairon. So he asked her name. "Who are you?"
She lifted her chin, brimming with feminine superiority, though he had to be older than she. "I am Princess Aethylidia. Who are you?"
He grinned, so overjoyed was he to have met not only a girl from Mairon, but the Princess, no less. She was beautiful, in the way females were. The revelation prompted him to confess in turn, "I am Prince Brynmor of Castore, fair princess." He took her hand and bowed over it the way he had seen so many men do at court. "I am honoured to meet you."
Her blue eyes were wary, but she answered, "You as well."
He released her hand. "Tell me, what are you doing so far from the palace?"
She raised her chin a fraction. "Orcus tells me I'm coming to be trained as a lady. What about you? Why are you here?"
"I, too, am being trained. I am only passing through." There were so many things he wished to ask her, so many things he wished to learn of her, but alas, it was not meant to be. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching from a short hallway, where he imagined the priest to be. He grabbed Aethylidia's hand in both of his, whispering quickly, "You are the most beautiful princess I have ever met, Aethylidia. If I ever have to marry, I want you to be my wife. Once I become a knight and return to the palace, I will seek you out and marry you. Will you marry me, Aethylidia?"
She nodded, a serious expression on her face. "Yes. But where is your country?"
He turned, pointing to the south-west. "It helps if you follow the setting sun. But here--" He released her hand to fish a pendant from around his neck. He pressed it into her hands. She looked over the jewelled cross, the pendant which belonged to the heir of Castore, and he explained, "Take this. It is the promise that I will come back for you, if you will wait for me."
She nodded. "I will."
He heard the squeak of a door opening and quickly hissed, "Don't tell anyone about it. It's our secret." She nodded. He kissed her cheek, and he thought it fitting that she was the only girl he had ever kissed. "I have to leave." He backed away silently, and left the way he had come in.
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