The Stinging Salt
Wednesday 12th June, Story #164/366
Watching her, sat on that rock and singing, my hearts damn near break with pride and grief. Her tender soul got her into bother in the end, as I always worried it might.
Singing and singing, and still he doesn't show. He didn't last night either. I whip up the wind to carry her voice further, and we hold on. Waiting. It's dark and wet, but isn't it always, for us?
Not once does her voice crack, nor her courage waver. She knows the risks being up here. She could give in to fear, slip off that rock and away... It would be useless, but some would anyway. Not her. I thought her witless to come up here. There's a fine line between daft and brave, is there not?
A shadow in the driving rain, those obnoxious shoulders, that jawline. Those black curls plastered to his kingly scalp. Bastard. I hate him. I want to wrap myself around him and squeeze... but I can't. He's her last hope. I gnash my teeth and stay put, singing a compulsion to stick his feet to the slippery rocks until she's said her piece.
If he won't help her after what he did to her, I'll tear him in half. I swear it.
Rage pulses in me, throbbing in my ears. I can hardly hear her voice over the storm of my own blood, the waves, the wind, the spray and pelting rain.
"I save you," she says. Her voice soft, the words halting. She barely knows this tongue. "I save you. You hurt."
She points at her swollen belly, and my eyes are dragged to it unwilling. It's a physical pain to look at it, grotesquely large for the size of her. It's killing her.
He's waving his arms, emphatic, his biceps bulging. I can't see her features, but I know from the set of her shoulders and the tilt of her profile that she's scowling at him. She's stubborn. Not backing down. Good lass!
At last I show myself to him. I see myself reflected in his horrified eyes: a seaweed like mop, above blazing eyes and searing grin.
"Refuse, Your Majesty," I sneer. "I dare you!"
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Word count, excluding note: 366
Submitted on Tuesday 12th June at 22.57
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Comments (10)
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An offer for his majesty that he can’t refuse! I like this 🤓
Oooo!! This feels like an origin story or prologue to something much bigger!!! I loved the intensity and foreboding feel of it!!
Woah, this is quite a change up! Ursula’s protective role is a compelling choice!
I'm hating this chap and it's not fair, I don't know the whole story.
This reminded me of The Little Mermaid! Loved it!
Impressive fantasy story!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more now
This little gem fairly begs for a sequel!
Very powerful & poignant work