Sometimes close enough has to be close enough.
Photo credit: Isalah Bierbrauer
Estael stared at his dulcimer, terrified. He’d begged to play his song for the taenass. Now he was, singing harmony while Saela sang high.
The taenass laughed, surrounded by courtiers. So handsome, so charming. Everyone loved him. Some more than others.
The taenass was approaching!
He kissed Saela’s hand. “A lovely song.”
She bowed. “It’s titled, ‘My Heart Is True.’ Estael wrote it.”
The taenass looked at him! He smiled! “Well done.”
Estael’s eyes widened, froze. Before he could form words, the taenass turned back to Saela.
“Come sing it again.”
Estael beamed. ‘Lovely.’ He would write a hundred more.
Word count: 100. Quick vocabulary lesson: A taen is basically the equivalent of a king/queen, and a taenass is the child of a taen (either male or female).
Submitted for this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting and to her husband for the photo prompt (below)! Click here to read the other stories and post your own.
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