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The King’s Betrothed

Hello all my dear, dear Maidens of Modesty!
Here is a story that I have been working on for the last few weeks. I’ve not had a whole lot of time to add more, but I’m up to Chapter 8! (Or at least starting it…)
It all started out as an idea for a Blog post, and then slowly turned into a story. I still am going to put a sort of ‘blog’ at the end of the story, explaining what the story symbolized and so on…. *laughs*

If you would like to read the rest please let me know and I’ll send the rest of it (in pieces) out via email. It’s easier for me to do that than to keep updating it on here. Blushing

Here is a piece of the first chapter…

1- Rebekah started shaking… It had come! After all these years of knowing that it would come and it has finally come! She didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. She looked down at the letter in her hand again. No, she wasn’t dreaming; it was real, she held in her hand -the invite from the new King himself. She had known since she was a child that she was destined to be the Prince’s bride. The late King and Queen had made all the arrangements with her parent’s, before she was even born, for her and the Prince to be married when he was prepared to take the throne. She had never met the young man before in her life, yet she knew her future, she knew it was to come some day.

The young King had just recently assumed the throne after his father’s unexpected death last month. She should have known that he would send for her soon. Oh, how she felt so stupid for not expecting it to come just yet. She was hoping that somehow he would forget, or not want a queen so soon -For he was still young, and might wish to remain unmarried for a few more years- but no! He had sent for her, he had not forgotten, she held proof of it right there in her hand. Shakily she put the letter down not knowing if she was going to cry or not. ‘I am not ready to leave my father and mother yet!’ she thought to herself ‘I cannot leave my home, I grew up here, everything I know is here… how can he expect me to leave it so quickly?!’ A tiny tear started to trickle down her delicate cheek.
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To be continued…
Laughing

P.S. You can either comment that you would like to be added to the list of people who I send the story out to, or you can send me an email at maidensofmodesty [at] gmail [dot] com

Blessings on all you girls!
*hugs*
In Christ’s name,
~Miss Danica

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