"Silk? For a miller's wench?!" the Princess screeched, her vanity wounded. "When he should be draping such riches upon me?"
"Upon his return," the witch-doctor said, seizing his mortar and pestle to grind a root that did smell of bitter earth, "he shall present her with the silk and claim her as his woman."
"Never!" she cried, before lowering her voice to a venomous rasp. "Thou must kill her. Use the dark arts. Use thy magic. It must be done."
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Chapter VII is live❤️!
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"Then I shall have her head! Ay! I shall have her head upon a pike!"
I’m finally back! Chapter V is out now, featuring a crafty advisor, a sinister plot, and a miller’s daughter in serious peril. I’ve lived with this story idea for so long, and after taking some classes and diving deep into medieval history, I’m officially obsessed. I’ve done the research, I’ve found my rhythm, and I MUST finish this. If medieval drama is your cup of tea, give it a read!❤️:
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