The word of the week is KNOT, and I feel like I just did one with this word, but of well, it’s a good word. This follows the story of Siobhan, who meets someone she should never have met and takes it all the way to the altar. It’s a bit of an experiment style wise, and has more worldbuilding in six-sentences than my last novel. Enjoy!
Today I tied the knot, and it was the biggest accomplishment of my life, not because getting married was a feat, but because I had somehow managed to bypass about ten levels and went from an eleven to a one in less than a year.
It was pure happenstance that we even met, elevens weren’t even allowed in the same rooms with anyone above a three, even their servants were nines, but my smarts had won me a scholarship to the university where he was taking a tour, and it was love at first sight.
I had no idea who he was, I certainly wouldn’t have called him a jerk if I had, and if it had been any other member of the royal family I’d have lost my head for the remark, but he liked that I had called him on what was actually a terrible idea, as it wasn’t often someone told him something other than what he wanted to hear.
I knew that I had made a misstep the second I spoke, all the air seemingly sucked from the room by the collective gasp, and I will admit I agreed to the dinner invitation less because I wanted to continue our rousing debate and more because as the only eleven on campus I ate last, something that usually no longer resembled food.
I figured it was a one off, I would never see him again, so I took advantage, spoke my mind, and I ate less like a lady and more like a knight following a great battle, because if this was my only shot to eat food such as this,, by the gods I was going to go for broke.
We met it secret a handful of times before he asked for my hand, me agreeing without knowing who he was, and I will admit I might have said no if I had known, but I didn’t, so here I am Princess Siobhan, of the thirteen kingdoms, long may I reign.