“Lady Cecelia—Dark Queen of Gildnoir.” A sardonic smile spread over Sir Randolph Fitz-Hughes’ lips as he muttered the title to himself. Oh it sounded gorgeous. He would find a way to recall her from whither she wandered and she would be all the more his for her wilfull absence. His to do with as he pleased, his to bury under strands of amber and dark velvet—he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, picturing his Lady clad in a black velvet gown, opulent in gold stitchery; and her hair bound back in a golden net, sparkling with pins of ebony bright as benighted stars. It was a fantasy worth warring over indeed.
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
Fitz-Hughes chuckled and spread his hands wide
on the table—when trust was gained he would thrust his poised dagger and the
people would cheer for his every atrocity because it came from the hand of
their fair Lady.
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
“Don’t be shouting
so, miss—‘tisn’t ladylike.”
Adelaide ceased
jumping up and down and hollering long enough to frown. “Oh shush, Dear-Heart.
There’s no one to hear me but the geese and they
can’t care.”
“Swans, miss—not
geese.”
Adelaide rolled
her eyes. “They’re all one to me—huge white birds that make a devil of a noise
when you try to pet them. Useless animals.”
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
"...It’s
real, Addie. There’ll be blood and death and swords around us—not the play
sort. And you’ll have to bear it best you can.”
Adelaide
felt tears of frustration welling in her eyes. “But why, Bertram?”
Grim determination quenched the fire in his
eyes for a moment, and he shrugged. “To save father’s honor, I suppose.”
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
Adelaide hugged
herself against the thought as if the tighter she squeezed the farther it would
remove itself. She didn’t like anything that looked remotely like remorse—it
was uncomfortable and it couldn’t be a pleasant sort of thing that impaired
ones satisfaction with oneself.
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
The words were on
her lips, but she was shy and unfit to say anything. After all, he was her
author—a man so much more learned in words and scribbling than she. But something
had to be done, for the situation would only worsen. “Mr. Macefield, I daresay
you will think me over-bold and presumptuous for saying it, but there is no
time for dawdling propriety. We are already hurling famous men at each other—let
me echo Thoreau and say, ‘how vain it is to sit down and write when you have
not stood up to live!’”
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
There was a low twittering, like a bird’s laugh,
and Diccon froze, chills racing up and down his spine. That was the most
unnerving thing about Growlbeard—a sound like that: so innocent and light and
easy, in no way belonged in the throat of such a beast. There were rumors that
Growlbeard had once belonged to the Scarlet-Gypsy herself, ages before even the
oldest Gildnorian hag was born. She, the great conjuror, had trained him in the
art of voice-changing, and he now employed it thus—to intimidate his enemies,
or lull them into false security.
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
7 comments:
Awesome, Scribbles, Rachel! I loved them all. I too did a February scribbles post on my blog. I love reading all the different ones.
Lovely! Every time you posy about the Scarlet-Gypsy Song I want to read more!
Well done indeed! More! More!:)
I echo Morgan! This is so exciting, Rachel! You're doing SO well! These snippets are so ALIVE! :)
Wow, some snippets, I say. Amazing indeed! Now my imagination is quite piqued! Who is this scarlet gypsy person? Who is “Lady Cecelia—Dark Queen of Gildnoir.” Who or what is Growlbeard? *bounces up and down*
Oh! and I forgot to say, the picture is quite pretty and interesting too!
I adore Addie. I just do. After the swans, geese, whoreallycares snippet she has captured my heart completely. I should like to get to know her better.
Thanks for joining Snippets, Rachel! ^.^
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