Simon sat at the large dining table in Hawthorn manor, his eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed as he studied Bronn. Bronn was talking cheerfully with Abbot Qualls at the far end of the table, and his winning smile completely hid the monster that Simon knew was lurking beneath the surface. Simon had yet to decide what he would do the next time Bronn came to him in the night, but the dagger he had left at his bedside was a start.
“Is it strange for you that we are betrothed?” came a small me
I liked the way you flipped the script! Instead of the radically religious parent angry at their gay kid, the gay kid had to come to terms with being religious.
Clever and entertaining ☺️
You are correct, there is more to that! 😆 Should come into play in the next few chapters. You also picked up on Simon crossing paths with the enigmatic abbot.
Simon woke suddenly from a dreamless sleep and as he moved to sit up, he immediately regretted it. He experienced stiffness in his neck, an ache in all his muscles, and his ass was throbbing from abuse. He had been prodded awake rudely and he looked now to see that he had been lying on Amos Hawthorn’s leg. The burly man was regarding Simon with dark eyes and a disgusted expression.
“You were starting to drool,” Amos grunted flatly.
“Also,” Mirva chimed in, “something has changed up abo
Simon marched along beside Amos, their hands were bound behind their backs and the tight restraints were chafing their wrists. The girl was just in front of them, and she followed the two goblins in front. Three goblins trailed behind with their spears aimed squarely at Simon and Amos. Amos, being a bigger and more imposing figure, had two goblins trained on him. The sun had begun to set, and the shadows were long and ominous as they progressed deeper and deeper into the forest. Ahead, the light
Simon used a knife to carefully cut his mutton chop into smaller and smaller pieces. They were small enough to eat, but he just kept dicing and halving the pieces that were on his plate. A half-eaten corn cob was next to the diced meat, and it jiggled and threatened to roll with each slice and chop Simon made with the knife.
“Son, are you ok?”
Simon paused and looked up at his mother and father sitting at the table, their faces set in looks of concern. He put the knife down and felt ve
Simon Lorall stood in silent contemplation before a large roaring fireplace. He was in the home of Westwood’s mayor and he felt quite out of place in such elegant furnishings. Simon was accustomed to his family’s small wood and plaster farm house that was surrounded on all sides by fields and livestock. The Lorall family owned the most land in Westwood and once they were a prominent name, but years of drought had practically decimated their wealth and prosperity.
“Sorry to k
The sun burned a fiery red as it dipped low upon the horizon, bathing the countryside below in a crimson light. Lord Byron stood upon the edge of the drop and surveyed the unsuspecting town below with eyes that could dissect and analyze the smallest details. A servant stood nearby trembling, hoping to be near at hand in a moment but also hoping to go unnoticed so as not to fall under the Lord’s cold, calculating gaze. Lord Byron was fully clad in black armor with menacing spiked shoulders and ga
Simon Lorall, through a series of terrible events, discovers he is the Seeded One. Now he must embark on a journey of self-discovery encountering demons, fae, werewolves, goblins, and other creatures. As a new Wizard War threatens the world, will he find the strength to save everyone, or will he plunge the world into war and chaos?