Hello community!
It's been a while since I posted something here, but I wanted to share a fragment that has me wondering if it's too much telling or if it may work as a piece of background for one of the most important characters of my WIP.
Context: Medieval fantasy, long trip using a wagon pulled by horses. It's night, campfire, Natalie is the Diane's bodyguard and childhood friend. Diane is the princess that went to exile after her kingdom was taken over. Rina and Philippe are not important for the scene.
Thank you very much for your support.
Rina and Philippe left Natalie over the fire and went to sleep. Now that she was alone, Natalie bent forward, her shoulders shuddered, her hands started to tremble strongly and tears rolled down her stiff face.
I can’t let anyone to worry about me, I must be strong, always.
Her oath was to protect Diane, since she was little she was part of the royal family, always by her side every time she fell while playing, always there even in Diane’s antics. She never met her own parents, the Royal Guard and the Scarlet Order often recruited boys and girls from the orphanage when they became too grown up to have a chance of being adopted, but those were the kids with luck, as the majority of the too-old kids would spend the rest of their lives in there, if they didn’t escape first.
They were always like sisters, her sweet pink eyes and her obedient nature captivated Queen Irene when they visited the child’s barracks to pick who would be Diane’s partner, guardian and friend, and they got along quite quickly. Natalie was always there to help Diane in a fight, to back her version every time she had an argument with her older brother, and to help her study law and mathematics as Diane was getting ready to become queen one day. The trust King Albert and Queen Irene deposited on her was absolute, with her word often having more weight than even Diane’s.
...I failed. I was on my knees, tasting and breathing my own blood, with my lips and throat burnt, with strength left barely to breathe, while Diane was being battered. My whole life had a purpose, to protect her, and I failed.
It's been a while since I posted something here, but I wanted to share a fragment that has me wondering if it's too much telling or if it may work as a piece of background for one of the most important characters of my WIP.
Context: Medieval fantasy, long trip using a wagon pulled by horses. It's night, campfire, Natalie is the Diane's bodyguard and childhood friend. Diane is the princess that went to exile after her kingdom was taken over. Rina and Philippe are not important for the scene.
Thank you very much for your support.
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Rina and Philippe left Natalie over the fire and went to sleep. Now that she was alone, Natalie bent forward, her shoulders shuddered, her hands started to tremble strongly and tears rolled down her stiff face.
I can’t let anyone to worry about me, I must be strong, always.
Her oath was to protect Diane, since she was little she was part of the royal family, always by her side every time she fell while playing, always there even in Diane’s antics. She never met her own parents, the Royal Guard and the Scarlet Order often recruited boys and girls from the orphanage when they became too grown up to have a chance of being adopted, but those were the kids with luck, as the majority of the too-old kids would spend the rest of their lives in there, if they didn’t escape first.
They were always like sisters, her sweet pink eyes and her obedient nature captivated Queen Irene when they visited the child’s barracks to pick who would be Diane’s partner, guardian and friend, and they got along quite quickly. Natalie was always there to help Diane in a fight, to back her version every time she had an argument with her older brother, and to help her study law and mathematics as Diane was getting ready to become queen one day. The trust King Albert and Queen Irene deposited on her was absolute, with her word often having more weight than even Diane’s.
...I failed. I was on my knees, tasting and breathing my own blood, with my lips and throat burnt, with strength left barely to breathe, while Diane was being battered. My whole life had a purpose, to protect her, and I failed.