Tuesday Tales – Hand

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Hey everyone!  It’s time for my favorite time of the week – Tuesday Tales!  Today our word prompt is “hand”.  This week we are back with Thatcher and Miranda in The Thirteeth Knight.   Don’t forget to check out the other incredibly talented author from Tuesday Tales and their excerpts!


Miranda curled herself into a ball as she sat in the window seat of her bedchamber.  She clenched her silk handkerchief in her tiny hand.  Brunon had taken control only two days previous.  The terror of his brief reign echoed throughout the kingdom.  His magical black clad thugs had already spilled too much innocent blood.

And soon that murderer will claim me as his bride.  The thought made Miranda’s stomach churn.

Her heart ached for Thatcher.  She didn’t know where he was.  She didn’t know if he was well or half dead.  All she knew was what she had heard from Brunon himself as he conversed with his second-in-command during supper.  The brave knight was alive.  For now.

Her uncle, however, would soon be put to death.  Brunon demanded the gallows be constructed in the palace courtyard.  She trembled as the local craftsmen toiled to build the terrifying structure.  Their backs were torn apart if they did not obey.  The men’s hands bled as they formed the platform that would end their monarch’s life.

Miranda curled herself tighter as the door opened.  A courtier stepped into her bedchamber and bowed.

“Lady Miranda.  The seamstress is coming to measure you for bridal gown,” the young man announced.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

Miranda glanced at the courtier as he bowed again then turned to leave.  She sized up the young man then sprung to her feet.  “Wait.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Miranda smiled at him.  “I need your help.”

“How may I serve?”

“First, I need to know where Brunon is holding Sir Thatcher.”  Miranda felt her face flush embarrassed.  “Second, I need to borrow a set of your clothes.”

The courtier shot her an uneasy look.  “All right, my lady.”

“Good.”  Miranda wrapped her hand around his bicep and led him to the door.  “Hurry with your task.  And be careful.”

She smiled as the courtier stumbled past Brunon’s guards and hurried down the hall.  She shut the door silently when he was gone.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on June 24, 2013, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Please let there be a rescue

  2. I hope she is able to rescue Thatcher – the real Thatcher…I fear Brunon will be posing at Thatcher using his dark magic.

  3. Interested to read what happens next …. another well done post today!

  4. Oh dear. I hope her plan works!

  5. This is heating up. What an exciting plot! She’s got to rescue Thatcher!! They’re meant to be. Waiting anxiously for the next installment.

  6. loving how this is progressing!

  7. I can’t wait to see how her plan works out.
    And was that three hand’s in there? Well done!

  8. Looks like Miranda is taking charge of the situation, I can’t wait to see what she does next.

  9. I hope her plan works.

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