Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Pseudo-historical Romance
Muddy Waters
A muddy, foam-flecked, turbulent river divides me from the world. Mirroring my anguish, it keeps me from the one I love.
I am imprisoned here, with my inkwell, my Venetian blown-glass vase, my antique clock, and my beautiful brass sailing ship. I’m allowed to write, and look out the window. Food is brought to me twice daily – olives, plain bread, a small square of cheese, and water.
My crime?
I fell in love with the Prince from our neighboring country.
When we were caught kissing, it caused an uproar.
The Princess, my intended bride is heartbroken. He is her brother.
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Once again, thank you to our dear Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and for patiently posting beautiful photo-prompts every week, while inspiring us with her historical fiction at the same time.