Yesterday, I decided to write two drabbles about my WIPs. One is for my Epic Fantasy called Autumn’s Queen, and the other is for my alt-history kind of Steampunk story called Maskara. Here are the drabbles, I hope you all enjoy them:
Autumn’s Queen
The princess stared at the man she once called her lover, his military uniform soaked through with rain and stained with blood and dirt.
“How the great prince has fallen so far,” she murmured, pressing the tip of her greatsword to his chest. How she had longed for this moment. Too long, far too long had she waited for this.
“Kill me,” said he, kneeling on the mud, half-dead and yet, unbroken still.
For a moment, she allowed herself to admire the man. So proud, and yet so foolish in the face of certain death. Finally, she decided to finish it.
“Your pride was always one of your worst traits,” she sighed and plunged the sword in.
Maskara
She started writing even before the train had left the station. Even before her brother and their parents stopped waving and left to go back home. She was lost, lost in ink and paper, lost in the faces of people she’d see once and never again. On paper, she could pretend. Pretend to know them, and remember. Remember the little stories they have to tell on that train to the capital.
A man had once told her that words were the most powerful weapon she could wield. That with words, she can build and destroy. She liked to think of herself as a builder. As one whose words would create and shape a reality where perfection isn’t an illusion.
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