The holidays are practically on top of us, so in celebration I will be sharing the first two pages of a novel I recently started. I am currently calling it The Spanish that Took my Heart. Enjoy and Happy Holidays to all!!
I couldn’t breath. My corset was yanked so tight that it was strangling. It didn’t help that I was surrounded by people. People in all of their finery and covered in layers of perfume, jewels, makeup, and cloth of every color and design. I didn’t want to go to this abhorrence called a ball. I wanted to be at our mansion with the sound of the sea filling my ears and the wind lifting my hair from my shoulders and whisking it into knots. No corsets. No encasing dresses.
Since I was a child I had always loved the sea. The lapping waves gently rolling onto my feet and in between my toes soothed my restless soul. When I was younger my father had let me run free–too caught up in grief over my mother’s death. Every time I asked about my mother he would not tell me a single thing about her. All I remembered of her was glimpses of her bright brown hair and her blue as the sea eyes which I could see in my own face. My hair was nothing like hers. I had inherited my father’s unusual, almost white blonde hair. I remembered nothing else of her except that she was tall much like myself. I was taller than most men my father included.
I slipped through the crowd, eager for air, an empty space where I could breath. I stumbled out of the masses and opened the first handle I found. It was a library and no one was currently occupying the space. I sighed and began to relax a little, taking in my surroundings. The space was cavernous and filled from floor to ceiling with books. There were comfortable looking sofas which seemed unused and were a dull and hideous color. I kicked off my shoes and dug my feet into the soft bear’s fur rug could almost be mistaken for sand. Suddenly a viselike grip held my arm. Instinctively, I twisted, ducked and placed whoever had gripped me in a chokehold.
“Can you let go, Milady,” a mild voice said. I complied, recognizing the insolent voice instantly.
“Crevell,” I hissed. “You should not of sneaked up on me. It’s rude.”
“You should not react like that. Can you hold yourself together, please.”
I shook my head and stalked towards the closest divan. “Why are you here?” I said, flopping down into the weepy pillows of the divan.
“I followed you for who could resist such a beauty.” he said.
I gasped and stood. “How dare you.”
“I am daring to do nothing,” he said.
I turned and took a deep breath. I could not let him get to me. “Leave. Please,” I said.
“But if I complied, then you might never hear the message I have for you. Oh well. Pity.” He turned to leave, and I grabbed him.
“Ah, look now who is grabbing who,” he said, peering into my eyes with a challenge.
I let him go, crossing my arms. “What is the message,” I said as nonchalant as I could despite the rising of my stomach.
“Oh, so you don’t want me to leave, my fair one.”
An eyebrow of his raised and my lip curled. An urge to slap him arose.
“Just tell me the message,” I said through gritted teeth.