Friday Fiction

This Week’s Theme: Pick an adult character (it can be a new character, an established character, or even a famous character from fiction) and write a scene where the character demonstrates one of the child-like habits listed here. (You can read the first part of the story here.) Seraphina curtsied deeply once more, careful to keep her eyes lowered lest he see the fire building in them, "Yes Lord." She caught the barest flick of his fingers, his usual dismissal, turned on her heel and swept from the room. She was careful to keep her stride and visage smooth as she made her way back to her rooms in the advisor's quarters of the complex. Having found out Malinder's duplicity primarily because he chose to disregard the intricate network of servants who kept the castle running smoothly, Seraphina was determined to avoid that same mistake. Especially as it seemed likely from the Lord's reaction that this might prove to be the final, fatal mistake Malinder was allowed. At last she reached her rooms. Still cautious, Seraphina called out for her shared maidservant, "Sara?" Throwing the bolt across the door, she strode quickly through the six rooms that made up her small suite. "Sara? Are you here?" Finally convinced that she was alone, she grabbed the pillows from her bed and threw them, one at a time, against the tightly shuttered windows with a throaty growl. "So close." She threw the final pillow, her voice raising, "I was so close to freedom!" Out of pillows Seraphina began to tear the blankets from her bed and toss them into a heap on the floor. With a final kick to the pile, she sat on the edge of the mattress, head in her hands. After several minutes of silence, Seraphina stood and gathered the bed linens, dumping them in a pile on the mattress. She quickly changed for bed, taking meticulous care to hang her gown and leave the bathroom tidy, as was her habit. Finally, dousing the light, Seraphina wriggled into the pile on the bed, wrapping herself snugly into the cocoon of blankets as her mind raced over this new, impossible task. Find Malinder. That was the less challenging of the two as she had a fairly good idea where he'd be hiding when it got out that he had provided a false cure. The man had no imagination and never could understand that he inspired loyalty in no one. She wriggled, pulling the blankets tighter around her as she yawned. Deliver a cure. This was, in actuality, less challenging than widely believed as she was one of three people who had created the disease that now drained the life from their Lord. But that action had been out of desperation and a need for freedom - not just for herself, but for the people. No matter what she did, she was proved a traitor to someone and her life was forfeit. As she finally drifted into sleep she muttered, "There must be a third choice," and prayed silently that she would find it.
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