Linda Moore
Stories
5
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ Carina’s awareness floated somewhere between her cortex of power and the rustling, flickering leaves of Gilwren Forest. The blossoming prism of Lumi’s view splintered, then expanded as the scriva divided into five beautiful white wolves that raced beneath shadow and knotted tree limb. The smaller scriva’s quickly sprinted through the vast forest, startling bird, dear, and other woodland creatures as they glistened past in a white blur. The map beneath the ice…-
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ The Duchess attempted to rest the crossbow awkwardly across her arm as she waited for Captain Beaumont. Although she refused to admit it, Carina found it difficult to meet the captain’s gaze. She wasn’t sure if it was the strange amethyst color itself, but Beaumont’s eyes were simply different from other people. They had a peculiar depth or “Are you comfortable with it yet?” Beaumont asked as he leaned down to pick up the linen sack. He glanced towards the lever…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ Nicholas eyed the organized bustle of knights lugging, carrying, and leveraging tents into their upright position spread around the dry, harvested field which surrounded the sizeable commanding tent already prepared for the Duchess and her guests. A second tent sat directly in front with a large table at its center and several scattered chairs holding boxes of documents and maps. “Ah, just a moment, your Majesty,” the sergeant who had escorted them through the camp of…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ The devilishly warm autumn air was fragrant with the scent of fresh fruit and non-alcoholic beverages laid out across the six tables set up beneath the large red and white canopy. A servant met Carina and her party as soon as they set foot inside the banquet-sized tent. The polite steward guided them over to their table, placed directly beneath the spacious raised platform. The Crown Prince, Prime Minister Attwood and his son, Lord Acheron, were seated at the exorbitantly…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ The warm mid-morning air was practically dancing with dust and dry bits of grass as Carina made her way back towards the field where her knights had gathered to clear the road. Colonel Isaac signaled the waiting officers who rode forward to meet them on a patch of matted grass. The Colonel was the first to dismount, the men following his example while Isaac turned to assist the Duchess from her saddle. “Your Grace,” Colonel Isaac said once Carina had found her feet.…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ Nicholas blinked beneath the painful glare of sunlight bouncing off Lady Kirsi’s dazzling dress. As much as he admired the delicate intricacies of each miniature sword, the moment Lady Kirsi placed her hand on his shoulder to lean against him and dismount, Nicholas realized just how heavy the dress was. With a muffled grunt of effort, he managed to ease the Duchess down onto the ground beside him and placed a steadying hand on her waist while Kirsi adjusted the weighted…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ Sophya gazed around the spacious room with cream-white walls painted with wildflowers, robins, blue birds, and cardinals. A four-poster bed stood beside the large bay window. The bedframe was draped in soft sky-blue curtains tied back to reveal the frilled lilac-blue quilt and matching pillows. Opposite the bed was a large vanity desk laid out with three brushes, powders, and five large, open jewelry boxes that drew her over for a closer inspection. “These all belonged to…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ Marquess Rupert Borghese reflected on the words of his honorable, now deceased, tutor as he waited beneath the rising morning sun for the Crown Prince’s arrival. The early morning wake-up did not agree with him. Still less the chatter of the nobles who waited at his back, that mingled with yaps and howls of the hunting dogs bred by the Coldwell family. Borghese was generally a patient man who preferred to be prepared for every reasonable outcome. And yet, after years of…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ It had only been a few short weeks since the citizens of Lafeara had seen the royal procession pass through its Capital streets to greet Ventrayna’s Ambassador. A few faded ribbons and tassels waved in the morning breeze, tied to street posts and window shutters that overlooked the main road. They fluttered above the rank of royal knights who escorted Prime Minister Attwood, his son, Lord Acheron, and Crown Prince Percy through the street on horseback at the head of…
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♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝♝ The moment her body slipped through the icy barrier and entered the Frozen Heart’s cortex, Carina felt her heart skip a beat as relief slipped past her lips in a quiet breath. A surreal ash-white sky overshadowed a barren plain of snow and ice. Waves of icy mist rose and fell across as they spread outward to greet the ice witch, who strode through the inch of snow which gathered in piles around the rough domain of her small island. As before, Viktor waited at its center.…
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