Alistair and Aria, Part 8

Alistair slipped into the chamber just off the throne room—a small study situated behind the thrones themselves—and closed the door gently. Aria awaited him beside the fireplace. “I didn’t think you could pull it off,” he said. “I swear, I fought the nobility for years, and every time I did something even decidedly mundane, they…

Alistair and Aria, Part 7

“My lady,” the captain of Alistair’s kingsguard said, stumbling through the doors to Aria’s chambers. Her maids all scattered, but she sat up in bed, alarmed, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “What is it?” “The king, my queen. I think you’d better come with me.” Pulling her robe on as soon as her feet hit…

Alistair and Aria, Part 6

“Did you even hear me?” Alistair tore his eyes from the other side of the gardens, where Aria practiced her swordplay with a chipper Natalia as an audience. “What?” Olga glowered at him, her eyes slits. “You weren’t listening.” “I was thinking. I’m sorry.” “What were you thinking about that’s so much more important than…

Alistair and Aria, Part 5

“So you step like this,” Aria said, tapping her left foot against the ground, “and then spin once. Raise your right hand so your partner can meet it when you come back together.” Natalia, a slight, pretty girl just a year older than Aria, imitated the final move of the dance as gracefully as she…

Alistair and Aria, Part 4

“How did we develop this kind of repertoire?” Alistair laughed. “The night before your seventeenth birthday, and that’s what you have to ask me?” “You said in exchange for a physical present this year that you would tell me the truth about something. I’ve thought about it for a week. I want to know how…

Alistair and Aria, Part 3

“We didn’t grow up together,” Aria explained as she practiced her swordsmanship with Valtteri, eldest son of the prince of the Southern Arm. “I only saw him a few times when I was a child, but he was always kind to me. The day my parents died, he asked if I trusted him, and I…

Alistair and Aria, Part 2

Buried in a disused study somewhere in Suvid, a scroll existed in broken, childish handwriting granting Alistair the authority to act as regent to Queen Aria of House Kolenikova until she turned eighteen. He didn’t like to think of that day—the morning he’d killed her parents in self defense, though with a lingering feeling of…

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Alistair and Aria, Part 1

Aria dreamed of that day often—the fateful day she became queen at eight years old—though she always blocked a few details out. She never saw her parent’s bodies again, nor did she see the blood or remember the fright. Often she would just skip over it, as if her subconscious mind recognized that she was…

Blood and Water

Heavy doors behind her shut with an ominous thump. Aria relied on her captors to guide her across the throne room, the marble floor cold through the worn leather of her boots. The canvas sack on her head was decidedly coarse, and the ropes binding her hands caked with mud. She came to a stop…

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Checking In

Next week I’m planning on posting a few things I’ve been working on, as I should have more time. A new track with Liam is burning a hole in my brain, and continuing The Southern Arm story is always fun. I’m also playing around with the idea of recapping good fantasy books that I like…