Author Bree Vanderland was tagged to go to page SEVEN of her current WIP, start on line SEVEN and post the next SEVEN lines. Here are her results:
This is from Amor Vincit Omnia (Love Conquers All):
“Father,”
I dipped into a curtsey and rose up, standing straight with my head
held high. I was the princess. I was the one that would inherit the
throne. I was the one that would one day take over and rule the Winter
Court. But I didn’t want any of it.
“Please, leave us.” My mother
was the one that spoke now, her voice was quiet and soft, the complete
opposite of my father, but still someone who came across as
intimidating. Those who were on either side of the carpet left the room
in silence. The only sound were heels of many women clicking on the
tiled floor.
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