Not a Queen pt 9

Ducky threw down a sword, it clattered on the cobbles of the courtyard. It landed in front of a group of young men. One particularly handsome face looked at the sword and then sneered at her.

“Defend yourself Grandon.”

Ducky noted that his face remained handsome despite the sneer.

“You, a woman, challenge me?”

“You dishonor the women of the court with your actions and words, I am here to deliver the consequences of your actions.”

“You mean I dishonor that tramp that sits on the throne and you’re her puppet-“

Ducky had her sword already in hand and before Grandon could finish his sentence she had swung the blade and slapped him with the flat of her blade. The blow left a red welt across his face.

“You will speak with respect or I will cut out your tongue and feed it to my hounds. Now pick up the sword and defend yourself.”

Grandon was incensed. He grabbed the sword and lunged at Ducky. Ducky knocked his sword aside ad danced away from him. Grandon ran at her, enraged. Ducky deflected each attack with ease. She allowed him to continue, tiring himself out. When she was weary of his feeble swordsmanship she swung her sword, locked blades with him, and then with a thrust of her arm sent his sword flying from his hand to land across the courtyard. Not missing a beat Ducky swung her sword again and used the flat of her blade to sweep Grandon’s feet out from under him. The man landed on the cobbles and could not rise because Ducky’s blade was pressed to his throat.

“Now that I have put you in your place, you will report to General Arcana for your marching orders.”

“But I am the son of an Earl, I can’t be drafted.”

“And I am a Duchess, so when I say you will serve, you will.”

Ducky turned to leave the courtyard but paused when she spotted General Arcana watching her. She strode over to him.

“The Earl of Redwater’s son is to be placed on the front lines.”

“But we aren’t at war with anyone. There are no front lines to place him on.”

“Than start a war!” Ducky snapped. She immediately regretted it and sighed heavily.

“I apologize General, just keep him as far away from women as possible, and keep him there until he is no longer a threat.”

“That I can and will do, Your Grace.”

#100words100days #day26 #day27 #day28 #makingupforlosttime



Not a Queen part 8

A year earlier Ducky would not have bothered to knock, but time and distance left her hesitant. She knocked on the heavy mahogany door and waited until she heard a familiar voice call out. With a wide grin Ducky burst into the room, but she stopped dead when Amarah turned to face her. Ducky couldn’t keep the smile from fading when she saw that where the beautiful queen’s waist had once been slim it was now rounded.

“You, you’re pregnant?”

Ducky despised herself when she looked up and saw the shame on Amarah’s face.

“Oh Ducky, I’m so sorry.” Amarah whispered as tears sparkled in her eyes.

Ducky crossed the room and wrapped her life long friend in her arms. “No Amarah, I am sorry.”

“How did this happen Amarah?”

“He took advantage of me, Ducky, I didn’t understand what was happening” Amarah burst into tears and laid her head on Ducky’s chest.

“Tell me his name, Amarah, and I will take care of it.”

Amarah looked up at Ducky with horrified eyes, “Ducky, you have to stop him, what if he does this to another woman? You have to stop him.”

“I will Amarah, just tell me who he is.”

#100words100days #day25 #DuchessofEvergreen


The landscape was muted in shades of white, blue and grey. The sky was overcast and mist hovered just beyond a man’s reach. Wool of forest green cloaked a woman dressed in a leather tunic and chainmail. Platinum locks were held back by leather lashings. Gloved hands tensed on the reins. The grey stallion sensed his mistress’ excitement and pranced in response. The woman looked back over her shoulder. Stretched out behind her were miles of troops marching in order. General Arcana had given her permission to ride ahead and greet the queen.

Ducky tensed again, then set her heels to her horse and galloped across the fields towards the castle in the distance. It’s dark stone walls pierced the winter whiteness. A few weeks away to fight a battle had turned into a year away to win a war. Ducky feared seeing Amarah, feared that the queen would be upset with her right hand for being gone so long. Ducky was returning a victor, a tested and tried warrior. She had proven herself, and now she felt worthy to serve her queen.

#100words100days #day24 #DuchessofEvergreen

Slow or Fast

Slow down they say, don’t go too fast they say. But moving slow makes me feel like a snail. And perhaps moving slow is all very good for a snail, but I am not a snail.

Don’t get me wrong, I know there is such a thing as moving too fast. You don’t want to move so fast you leave your loved ones behind. I don’t believe if you run too fast you will burn out, we are not comets flying through space until we burn up. No we are like boulders rolling down never-ending mountains. If we get moving too fast we only pick up more speed until it is impossible to stop without busting into pieces.

No, I do not want to go too fast, just fast enough.

#100words100days #day23


“You’re leaving me.”

“Only for a few weeks Amarah, General Arcanah says I have exceeded his expectations in training and he wants me to experience a battle firsthand.”

Amarah sighed and stared out the window. She could see troops assembling in the courtyard below and the General’s horse being brought out to him.

“You aren’t giving me much notice.”

“I’m sorry Amarah, but General Arcanah didn’t tell me until today. You know how he is.”

Amarah didn’t know how to feel. Ducky was living the life she could never have. Adventure was an option for the young blonde woman, but Amarah was destined to live a life confined to a castle. “I’ll miss you.”

“I don’t have to go Amarah, I can stay if you want me to.”

“Yes you do have to go, because you need to go and learn about war so one day you can be the best advisor a queen has ever had.”

“Yes Your Majesty.”

#100words100days #day22 #doubleheader

Pen to Paper

Pen to paper.

Thoughts begin to taper.

Then they grow and scatter

My resolve begins to waiver

Where do I stand

Where am I now?

I must learn where I stand.

I must, but how?

Life doesn’t come with a guide.

I was going to get somewhere

I wanted to get somewhere, and I tried.

But sometimes no matter how hard you try

You end up lost, don’t ask me why.

You ask me why so I tell you

I am young, but this is nothing new.

I have been here before you see

Where ever I might happen to be.

#100words100day #day21 #doubleheader


The throne made her seem minute in comparison. Ridiculously long scarlet robes only dwarfed her further. On a pedestal beside the throne sat a gold crown, too large for the young girl’s head. Curls of hair framed her face like a flock of wild ravens. Set in a face of ivory silk were eyes of flaming sapphires.

With a twisted smile the young girl turned in her throne and whispered into the shadows behind her. “It will be great Ducky, just trust me.”

A girl of about twelve, only slightly older than the girl on the throne, clothed in trousers and a forest green tunic fidgeted in the shadows.

“But I feel so foolish wearing these boys’ clothes Amarah.”

“Ducky, I convinced the sword master to train you. I would give up anything to be in your place. You have to do this for me and tell me all about it.”

With a sigh Ducky bowed her head, “Yes Your Majesty.”

#100words100days #day20 #DuchessofEvergreen