My goal is to share six sentences every Sunday. This one is a little late in the day, but better late than never at all.
Below is the scene where we first meet the Princess. She’s not as treacherous as her mother, but she’s not to be underestimated either.
The Princess stuck out her lower lip and bestowed Carrig the same expression she had been giving him for 648 years, 6 months and 12 days. It was the look she used to get him on her side, to bind him to her will; the same guise that had worked for 648 years, 6 months and 11 days.
Her pout turned to a smile, her straight white teeth sharp and venomous. “Do I need to want something to seek out my favorite Far Dorocha?”
“Yes. Get to your point.”