An interesting character with a lot of attitude – great writing.
The guard was young, with blue eyes and pale hair; a spray of freckles across his nose. He appeared to be no older than sixteen, seventeen at the most. And just about as threatening as a squirrel. Which was not saying much.
“What do you want?” Roselyn asked boredly, as she picked at her dirty nails. She was no mood to talk, or deal with people, for that matter. That was the only perk of the cell — no people to irritate her. However, it did make it quite lonely at times… “Do you have my supper? Let me guess, a hunk of stale bread — perhaps a bit on the moldy side, cold onion soup, and if I’m lucky, a glass of sour milk to force it all down. Right?”
The boy stared at her with wide eyes. “That is not why I’m here,” he said in a small…
View original post 822 more words