AtoZChallenge

  • Chapter 19 – Strength is found among friends

    Meeting Selma unlocked something in me. The memories of the time I had spent with Reifire, first as his friend, then as his advisor and finally as his paramour, could no longer be denied. But there was a distinct change in the…flavour as it were…of the recollections. Before I thought of them from a distance,…

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  • Chapter 18 – A time of rest and reconnection

    Arthur spent the next one year travelling in a circle around Forbearn, the one place he wanted to be, but the one place he couldn’t bring himself to visit. So, he kept it just out of his reach, tormenting himself with the thought of home, Reifire, everything they had done, everything he had had to…

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  • Chapter 17 – Quite the quandary

    Reifire ascended the throne when he was twenty, not because that was the right age for him to become king but because that’s when his father, King Tebough II died. In the intervening thirteen years, I was always by his side. Even when our closeness exposed me to threats – both serious and hilarious [one…

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  • Chapter 16 – And poof…it all goes away

    Nobody asked him to leave. No one expected him to leave. Scandal for a noble-person in Lovinale wasn’t as big a deal as it was in the rest of the empire. In Lovinale, it was considered quite a novelty to have some sort of mischief attached to your name. In fact Lord Mereko was pleased…

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  • Chapter 15 – On and on it goes

    Arthur knew he had missed something important only he didn’t know what. He had asked his serving boy, the cook and the guard who sometimes accompanied him when he went to the market. None of them knew.

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  • Chapter 14 – Nairobi

    The first time he saw Nairobi, he walked into a horse. He was lucky it was only the horse’s flank and the groom was right there to take control of the animal. He didn’t appreciate just how close he had come to getting his head bashed in by the horse’s hooves. He didn’t think he…

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  • Chapter 13 – Misery hates company

    The last time Arthur Chubs wore such fine clothes was almost sixteen years ago, when he had been at the peak of his career. The yellow vest looked rather fetching with his fair complexion and hid the paunch of his years. All the travelling and hardships he had endured had done nothing to deflate that…

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