- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Varies.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Romance
"Did you hear that Robert and Elayne were seen together yesterday? Behind the stables!"
"What?! No! I can't believe it! Elayne was with Daro last week."
"Well, she is the city whore.."
"Shh, somebody might overhear!"
"It's true! Everybody knows it! Now she'll end up breaking up Robert and Lynnia's marriage!"
Coryn was doing, in her opinion at least, an admirable job of looking interested in the gossip that filled her ears like an incessant bug. She was sitting in the garden of one of her friends, having tea. As a result, she was filled in on all of the things that had happened in the past several hours that she was unaware of. She honestly did not care and knew that most of the things she heard weren't true, but she was forced to sit here anyway. What else would she do? Lay in bed? Simply unheard of at this hour. She had no husband to cook for and no children to raise. So this was all that was left.
It made her want to tear her hair out.
She longed to do something.. different. Her green eyes strayed away from the ladies and she turned her body just slightly, getting a fantastic view of the lot across the street. The Duke's guards were over there, practicing. She knew that her friends liked to stare and giggle and comment on how attractive the men were, but Coryn's interest was entirely different. Instead of staring at muscles and wishing she could touch them, she was admiring the blades and watching the effortless technique that came from the years of training the men had. It was all so unfair. Why couldn't she do something like that?
After another two hours of mindless drivel and bland tea, Coryn managed to politely excuse herself. At least she had a good reason - her father wanted her home early to prepare for dinner. No doubt he had invited her intended husband over again. She loathed him with every fiber in her being, but of course she could not say so. No, instead she had to be charming and polite to Edwin Pinpointe III. Or, as she preferred to call him, Mister No Personality. He was as bland as a rock. Too old, overweight, illiterate, and he smelled like rotten eggs. He honestly had no redeeming qualities about him, other than the fact that he seemed to adore Coryn.
She shuddered at the thought, walking down the street with a frown toward home.