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Prince Lucas lay in the bed, I thought, piled under what could have been thirty blankets. Only his pale face peaked out on a pillow, in drastic contrast to when I had last seen them. Then he had been strong and smiling, with a loud voice and a firm hand. Now his skin was yellow and waxy, like I could reach out and break off a crumbling piece of his chin. I knew little of doctoring sickness, but it was obvious that Lucas didn’t have long.
Please, I thought, hoping the magic was listening. Please heal him. It was an accident. An accident! Please, it’s all my fault—I’ll do whatever you ask, anything, if you make him well again.
After a few minutes, I wasn’t sure who I was talking to—a god or a spirit or magic itself. But no matter how hard I pleaded, despite all my wishes, Lucas didn’t change.
And that is all very well and good, of course, but you also don’t really understand what real changes have been made to the story. And so, teaming up with another linkup, I’m participating in Snazzy Snippets, hosted by Alyssa and Emily, to share something that is villain-y, personality-y, or dialogue-y.
Since the dialogue only makes up about 28% of the snippet, I’m kind of showing some villain and personality things in the snippet. Mostly because if my protagonists aren’t secretly evil I really don’t care about finishing their stories. And it is in first person. You get some dialogue.
Hugging my merchandise close, I slipped back into the hideout, where the princess scrabbled at the dirt with her fingers, looking bored. Her dark eyes flashed at me as I entered, but calmed soon after. Wary of her sharp tongue, I passed her the bundle. She looked through it and nodded.
“Thank you,” she said. She went to the entrance to peek outside. Seeing no one, she turned her back and slipped into the trousers like I had, always keeping an eye on the door. I didn’t blame her. I wouldn’t have wanted Silverhand to see me naked, either. Nor Deuce, come to think about it, but he probably wouldn’t be harsh or mean.
As for me, I took my dress and made a clump of cloth that at least resembled a pillow, if you were half-blind, anyway. I laid it on the ground and put my head on it, finally allowing my body to relax after hours of walking. Sleep took me over before I had a chance to think about it.
Voices woke me—or at least, I think they did. The lamp had since gone out, and I was alone in the hideout. Just outside, there were whispers.
“We don’t even know if killing her would help,” Bai argued. “We don’t know anything about the disease, or if it will start spreading.”
“The furcai had better be able to help us,” Silverhand said. “With any luck Lucas will recover and it will be like this never happened.”
“Let’s not be hasty,” Deuce piped up. “It would be bad manners to talk about killing someone when we’re all so tired. We can discuss it after we’ve slept.”
“Don’t wake her,” Bai warned. “The less she knows, the butter.”
“Beluga,” Deuce replied.
The next time I thought I was awake, grains of sand dug into my face and a cough tickled the back of my throat.
Boom. Two snippets for the price of one. Thanks to Mariella, Emily, and Alyssa for giving me the opportunity to share all this good stuff.