Shannon’s Instructions #WIPitup Wednesday

We’re so happy to be apart of the WIP It Up Blog Hop. Over at the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog, myself and the other authors get to share with you bits and pieces of their works in progress. We can’t wait to see what everyone has been working on and I’m perhaps a little bit excited to share what I’ve been holed up on the computer writing. I have several books in the works but since I’ve already teased you with Liars and Tigers are Bared-Oh My! snippets and this is our very first post on this hop I thought I’d introduce something brand new. Meet Shannon from King Dom Comes…

Shannon’s hand trembled uncontrollably as she reread the letter. It contained one word, written in a bold script:

Tomorrow

She knew this day would come. There was no escaping her fate from the moment the king had placed her in the hands of the Sisterhood of Truth, a tiny and isolated convent located in a remote village in Northern Ireland. He had left her with the hope she would gain the education, and learn the discipline, that would be necessary to take the place by his son’s side as a wife and Queen. Her future was set, and Shannon’s love and respect for the departed ruler did not leave room to question this destiny. She struggled with only two questions- When would the new king, Domitri d’Gavril, come for her and how would he receive her unique ‘gifts’?

Pulling her waist long, fiery red hair over her left shoulder, Shannon lowered herself to the hard wooden chair perched next to the tiny window of her chambers. With a shiver, she tried to milk the heat from the last rays of sunlight peeking through the hazy glass and splashing against the stony dampness of the room. Would Moldavia hold warmth for here in either temperature or its people? Shannon knew little about geography; only that it would take months to reach the small eastern European kingdom of Moldavia. Her journey would take her far away from the lush green hills of her home where legends told of flying fairies that played among dancing leprechauns and wood nymphs- far away from the bogs and fens that swarmed with life- and even farther away from the political indignities and religious unrest that plagued the rest of the world. No longer would she live in fear of the Roman church and the heinous crimes committed against those who did not practice their faith in that same manner. She again wondered if her betrothed would embrace her talents as his father had done- if he was even aware of them. Surely King Malkai would had told his son that the woman he was marrying was not normal, in the conventional sense of the word.