Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50
I couldn’t believe it. I’d married royalty.
A fine carriage, inlaid with gold and precious jewels, carried me through the gates into his estate. I was completely unaware when those gates closed I’d become a prisoner.
I was no simpleton. I came from the streets of life. I’d clawed, fought, and manipulated my way into the royal court. My husband thought I was an innocent maiden willing to provide for his every need.
I might have, if he’d loved me as much as I loved him.
I soon realized who he was and what he’d done to previous wives.
He was naive and didn’t see me coming.
No one cares what happened to him, now that I rule.
Servants are not beaten.
Sharecroppers keep of their crops and didn’t starve.
I don’t make the same mistake twice.
I found true love, a real prince, who teats me like a princess.
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50 post a photograph and gives the opportunity to be as creative as one wishes with the photograph.
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I’m a science fiction and fantasy author. I’m looking for podcasts and blogs who might be interested in interviewing me.
Do you have any suggestions?