So, my question is this: How do you guys find time to relax? Everyone now is so ridiculously busy. It blows my mind how fast life moves. I feel like I've blinked, and April is almost gone. So, yeah, any help on relaxing/destressing would be great. Please, leave me a comment on here, or post your thoughts on my Facebook profile. Your ideas are MUCH appreciated. <3
Now, I have some more Snow White to share with you. =)
This is unedited, of course, so please forgive any mistakes you see. The final version will be much more polished. Just wanted to share.
A White So Red excerpt: "Snow White Meets the Prince"
She saw it, a tall shadow ducking behind one of the trees just outside her line of vision.
Someone – or something – had been watching them.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she reached for the knife, drawing it out in front of her. Via’s eyes were fearful. “Stay behind me,” Natalia ordered, pushing the other girl out of the way, and stepping forward. Her eyes scanned the trees, listening hard for the rustling of dead leaves or the snap of a twig. Perhaps it was the complete lack of sleep and the fact she had been worked to the bone. Or maybe it was because her shock and anger at seeing the Queen eating “her heart” still lingered within her. Either way, she found her lips moving without her mind’s permission.
“I know you’re there! Come out coward and face me!”
She felt body heat behind her in place of cold air.
“Behind you,” an amused voice said.
She sucked in a breath and whirled, slashing out with the dagger as a shadow leapt back. No, not a shadow – a man, his face obscured by a black hooded robe. She saw his lips twist into a grin as he drew a rapier. “This should be interesting.”
The handle was fine, with overlapping swirls of gold. It was the sort of petite yet deadly weapon nobility might have, sporting it more for dramatic looks than practical use. Or perhaps he was a rogue and stole it from some travelling lord.
Years of sword fighting kicked in, and she began cutting and slashing at him in a series of precise, quick movements. His mouth dropped in surprise as he struggled to block in time, the sound of their blades striking echoing through the trees.
“I – must admit. You’re better than I expected from a woman,” he said between grunts, edging along the pond’s bank as she advanced on him.
Her brows shot up.
“Expected from a woman, indeed!”
The tip of my knife shone red, a scrape of his shirt pierced on the end, as he yelped and gaped down at his arm. “You – you cut me!” he cried incredulously, examining the shredded sleeve. “Do you have any idea how much this shirt cost?”
She shrugged, indifferent. “Maybe you should have parried faster.”
His hood swiveled back around, an odd smile on his face. “You’ll pay for that,” he said, though it sounded more playful than like a threat. He lunged, crying out, and she found herself on the defensive.
He came at her quicker this time, and it took every ounce of concentration she had left in to make her sluggish mind keep up with him. She couldn’t see Via out of the corner of her eye, but she dared not turn her head to look for her. She was so focused on his rapier that she completely missed how close they were to the forest, realizing his plan too late until she backed up hard into a tree, surprising her for a single, precious second. It was all he needed. Quicker than a snake, he knocked the knife from her hand with the pummel of his rapier and pinned her other arm to the tree. Cold metal pressed against her throat as he brought his rapier up.
Her pulse thrummed in her head and chest, and they both panted hard, winded.
“Well that… was quite unexpected,” he said between pants. “You’re better than most of my men,” he added with that over confident smile she had first seen on him.
Her eyes narrowed. “Who are you? Did the Queen send you?”
With fluid grace, he reached up and removed the hood. She heard herself gasp, her breath lodging somewhere in her throat, as she stared back at the handsome, wry face of a young man about her age, with sweat dampened gold hair and bright green eyes. Stubble shadowed his jaw line, and she found herself tracing the outline of his parted lips with her eyes.
His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Caspar,” he said. His voice sounded huskier, the name breathy, and the chills popping up along her skin weren’t from the fall air. “And no, she didn’t.”
Something flashed in the waning light, and her eyes rose to a gold broach at his throat. It was in the shape of a dragon, unfolding its wings and breathing fire at the sky. Light flashed near his hand, a blue gem encrusted in gold. A crown was stamped to the middle of it. Her eyes widened and she stared at him in disbelief. “That’s the royal crest of Elyon. You’re the Crown Prince,” she breathed.
Elyon was a secluded kingdom high in the Shadow Peak Mountains, about a week’s journey on horseback from here. It was rumored to be home to a clan of thugs and barbarians. Judging from Caspar’s appearance, she doubted there was little truth to the tales.
“What are you doing all the way out here?” she asked, recovering from her shock.
His eyes flashed dangerously and he paused, searching her eyes so intensely she thought he might be trying to peer into her soul. The tightness around his eyes relaxed and he smirked.
“I’ve been sent to assassinate the Queen of Thesperia.”
Thanks for reading! Comments/thoughts are always welcome. <3