Over the years I’ve
worked on and off on a number of fantasy books. I’ve decided that this year I’m
going to finally finish one. This particular story involves a prince on the run
turned courtesan and an exiled man-at-arms turned mercenary. It’s still titleless
after all this time poking at it. *sighs and pokes again*
A
slender man had been standing at the embrasure looking out with his hands
clasped behind his back. As the door opened he turned and knelt in one smooth
movement. “My lord,” he greeted in a low baritone. “How may I serve?”
Dmitri
froze in the doorway for a moment taken aback by how much the man brought to
his mind Prince Alexas. The prince had been slaughtered, along with the rest of
his family years ago and with his death Dmitri had lost any chance of
discovering why the prince had betrayed him.
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