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Flash Fiction Friday

Dottie over at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 

The bodyguard part 2
by Blodeuedd

She could no longer get a long good night of sleep. He haunted her dreams and the way she was in there made her heart ache for times long by. She was innocent and wearing that dress she has wore when they first met. She had hated that pretty dress that she had to wear for a formal function. But he had smiled and kissed her hand. She had gone from warrior to woman in second. A woman longing for something more. She had felt soft and vulnerable, but in a good way.

She knew they were only dreams but when she woke up covered in sweat she felt unsure. She should not have these feelings. He had been an enemy of the crown. The clean cut of her sword had been a mercy when it came to his crimes, but then why was her heart breaking?

A knock on the door and soon a woman looked in.”You are called for, the red dress.” That was all the servant said before disappearing. She rose and closed her eyes for a moment, his hands still lingering on her skin. She turned around but there wasn’t anyone there and her heart ached once more. But she dressed and went to work, if you could call it that.

“You’re late.” The words slammed in her face as soon as she entered the emperor’s bedchamber.

“I am sorry your imperial majesty,” she sank to the floor and he came closer. Naked as the day he was born. She stared at the floor. She was a bodyguard, he had wives coming out of his ears, why was she and her women needed?! Anger boiled inside of her as he touched her shoulders and loosened her gown from her body.

It always felt like several hours, but not long after she had come he was done and finished and she was being sent away. She was about to leave the bed when she felt that ache in her heart again and bit her lip until it bled.

“I thought I told you to leave,” he muttered and turned in the bed and the anger grew into fury. She had killed the man she had loved! And for what?! This?! A lecherous emperor? Who cared if he was the son of a god. He was no longer her emperor.

“Of course, my liege,” she said with her softest voice and came closer as to show her goods again. Just, this time she took a grip around that fat neck and while he wrestled and turned red she thought about Kain and cried.


I blame this on twitter. After my last flash I came up with new ideas on twitter (you the guilty ones know who you are), and I had to write more of her story. Not as good as the first, she is more angry now


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 3rd, 2012 03:34 pm (UTC)
Hee hee hee! I like the angry version. Very nicely done. I didn't know how you would work the picture in, but this was great! :D THank you!!!
Feb. 3rd, 2012 03:35 pm (UTC)
hihi, I had to write one and I could see a jabba the hut kind of emperor before me ;)
No, thank you :=D
Feb. 3rd, 2012 03:40 pm (UTC)
LOL. A jabba the hut. lol. I so see that. Really liked it when you mention his fat neck. :D
Feb. 3rd, 2012 03:53 pm (UTC)
I must have been inspired :) And I also wanted to end it like I did, cos perhaps she will get away
Feb. 3rd, 2012 03:56 pm (UTC)
She *might* get away, but the heart will never heal. She will live alone....
Feb. 3rd, 2012 04:13 pm (UTC)
Stop it! Don't make me sad *sobs* All alone, forever!
Feb. 3rd, 2012 04:15 pm (UTC)
lol... living in a secluded little house in the forest, near the battle grounds where she killed her love, so she is tormented with the thought for all her living days.

Feb. 3rd, 2012 06:58 pm (UTC)
That is so sad! She becomes the wicked old woman in the woods, all the kids are scared of her
Bridget anachronist
Feb. 3rd, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC)
Oh I knew the sequel was coming! Lovely but...I would make it a tad more dramatic. More anger and more blood. Not suffocating that fat ugly b*****d but a sword or a dagger straight through his black heart. Still it is your story and it kind of fit that pic. BTW who inspired you? Some people do have bad influence on you I must say, my lady, horribly bad influence. *smiling inocently, probably even batting her eyelids*
Feb. 3rd, 2012 06:59 pm (UTC)
I am not naming anyone but they are a horrid duo with evil eyes and hearts. They made me write this wicked story about death and anger.

Lol, so you wanted more. I just could not write more cos the pic was so darn sweet
Feb. 5th, 2012 09:49 pm (UTC)
LOL! Well, we had such fun though. ;D LOL!
Feb. 6th, 2012 06:27 am (UTC)
Lol, we did :)
Carol Evans
Feb. 3rd, 2012 08:57 pm (UTC)
Great follow-up and I really do hope she gets away.
Feb. 4th, 2012 07:17 am (UTC)
Thanks Carol, let's hope so :=
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