The Wrong Prince
“Most hours, Dmitri heard naught but the gurgling of his own stomach, or else the redundant tides of the sea. But surprisingly, there were highlights, too. They came exclusively in the form of Pavola, Wintersea’s mysterious ward.
Each evening, the girl braved the tower to bring him food and drink, soap and a kettle, razors for shaving, and whatever else she could find to ease the discomfort of his imprisonment. At least Dmitri could look forward to washing his face and hands and eating once ...a day. Pavola had also supplied him with blankets to lie upon at night, not to mention pencils and parchment to occupy his long days writing.
His novel was coming along. He enjoyed losing himself in a new world beyond the tower’s walls. While he may not have been free, his heart was the moment he put pencil to paper. It wasn’t mere escapism, but self-expression, discovery and purpose.
As for the intriguing young woman herself, the prince had begun to count upon her nightly company.MoreLess
Each evening, the girl braved the tower to bring him food and drink, soap and a kettle, razors for shaving, and whatever else she could find to ease the discomfort of his imprisonment. At least Dmitri could look forward to washing his face and hands and eating once ...a day. Pavola had also supplied him with blankets to lie upon at night, not to mention pencils and parchment to occupy his long days writing.
His novel was coming along. He enjoyed losing himself in a new world beyond the tower’s walls. While he may not have been free, his heart was the moment he put pencil to paper. It wasn’t mere escapism, but self-expression, discovery and purpose.
As for the intriguing young woman herself, the prince had begun to count upon her nightly company.MoreLess
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