Here is my offering for Sunday Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit Alastair’s photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?
Copyright – Kattermonran
Copyright – Kattermonran
My hands reached out for the crown, orb and sceptre as if controlled by another mind not my own. Every fibre of my being wanted to turn away, or throw the hateful object on the floor. But protocol won. As always.
Winning the kingdom had cost father his life and had made orphans of us all.
Now the ‘honours’ were to be laid in the hands of my little brother, whilst I, as the eldest female, would be forced to physically pass them to him in a public ceremony.
I would be signing his death warrant, if recent events were to be our compass to the future.
A servant burst into the room, panting, sweating, distraught. Could it be…?
“The young sire has gone missing, my lady! He is nowhere in the palace!”
I placed a hand over my mouth, in apparent shock.
“Oh! How… Terrible!”
We wouldn’t try too hard to find him.
Freya Writes... 
Excellent. A great way to save his life 🙂
Thank you. I think he’s still on the run…!
Haha The hermit hiding in the cave
I could you tell you but…. 😉
😀
Oh very nice…..now she should grab the crown and take over. 🙂
I think she has plans to change the whole political structure 🙂
That is what I was hoping. 😉
Good atmospheric feel to this story, with a great twist.
Thank you, Steve.
I can feel her relief!
Yes. Crisis averted!
Well written Freya, what one does to shield the innocent.
She’s a tough cookie – and a typical eldest sister (from one who knows!). 🙂 Thank you 🙂
Older sister to the rescue, so protective! I love it!
Us older sisters are like that……
We certainly are.
We should all be lucky enough to have a big sister like that. Great idea for the prompt. I wonder how much historical precedence there is for this. Probably not uncommon.
I expect you might be right! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Saved by the royal big sis!
Love it 🙂
Thank you!