Fantasy Romance
Today is supposed to be release day…
I am struggling with technical difficulties. I think they are resolved other than the waiting time of getting the issue pushed through.
I thought everything was set up last month before year end started, but some wires got crossed.
I especially thank the person that pointed it out to me.
I will try to think of something to make it up to all of you!
We received the worst kind of news.
What we thought was a sinus infection wasn’t. Our kitty has malignant cancer. Inoperable. Untreatable.
He will be five in December. He has grown up with my daughters. Made them laugh. Frustrated them. Been a part of the family.
I can’t believe we don’t have more time with him. He’s still so kitten-like in so many ways. Even now, he plays with his foil balls when he as the energy.
By the time you read this, he may well be gone. They have given us a week to six months for him, but I can already see the decline.
After losing our last cat, I didn’t want to get close again. Didn’t want to go through this again. I kept telling myself and my husband it was his cat. He was the one that got him, it was his cat.
But we both knew the truth as the cat curled up on my lap night after night. And denying it hasn’t helped lessen the pain at all.
I sit with him flopped across me, as he loves to do, with my laptop beside me. Wishing we had more time. Wishing it didn’t hurt so much. Wishing for answers that will never come.
As much as her brother tried to dissuade him, Prince William never forgot the little girl in her brothers’ cast off training clothes.
He worked twice as hard to best the Duke of Aldarius’s two sons in daily training, hoping to again get to practice with their sister.
All to no avail.
If they wouldn’t let her cross swords with him, perhaps she could be his dance instructor. He was awful, but with footwork like hers, he was certain she could train him.
He smiled. Maybe dancing wouldn’t be so awful.
After several days, Prince William still had not seen Lady Onyx practicing. Finally, he asked her brother, “Where is Lady Onyx? I had hoped for her to teach me more.”
“She has returned to the family estate with our mother.”
Prince William frowned.
“Please forgive her impertinence. She is young and trying to prove herself.”
“With two such brothers as she has, I understand her need. All is forgiven, though I would like to practice with her again.”
Sir Godfrey merely bowed to him.
“Godfrey,” Onyx started.
Cold angered snapped around the knight. “That is His Highness Prince William.”
Onyx’s eyes widened and her mouth opened but no words came out.
William dusted himself off. “It’s quite all right. I asked you to spar with me, and you taught me quite a lot. I hope you will train with me again.”
Sir Godfrey bowed to William as he gripped his sister’s shoulder and guided her out of the training room.
As she stepped back and offered him her hand, a voice cut through the training room. “Onyx Mercedes Aldarius!”
The girl froze.
William pushed himself back to his feet as Sir Godfrey, the Duke of Aldarius’s oldest son and one of Prince William’s personal knights, stormed into the room. William stared at the girl, then the knight, and realization swamped the prince.
He was sparring partner was duke Aldarius’s youngest child and only daughter.