Just so you know my mind isn’t always so… dark, here’s a little piece of my fantasy novel in the works:
Gwyneira was absorbed in the book and did not hear the door open. A shadow crossed her vision and she nearly dropped the book as she spun around with her dagger gripped in the hand.
Niall jumped back. “Whoa, it’s just me.”
“You should know better than to sneak up on me!” Gwyneira was glad it was only Niall, but her heart pounded in her ears none the less.
“You should know better than to sit with your back to the door,” he said chided her. “I could have been our good man Mabon.” He reached out and lowered her hand by the wrist, not touching the dagger, but he got a good look at the weapon. The blade was extremely thin, black as obsidian, and the hilt was grey steel embedded with diamonds and a smokey grey gem at the top.
When she noticed the Commander studying the dagger, she pulled away from his touch and quickly stashed the weapon out of sight in the chest.
“So that’s what you’ve been hiding from me? A dagger?” he snorted, thinking it almost hilarious that his queen would hide such a small weapon from her Master at Arms. He knew she had a weapon,
and had used it back at Eldred’s house, but didn’t realize it was the big secret.
His attitude made Gwyneira unusually angry, “What I do with my possessions is none of your concern, Master Wulfstan!”
At the sound of his formal title, he straightened up,
and proceeded to follow protocol. If she was going to be a bitch, he could play that game. “Will that be all, Your Majesty?” Without waiting for a response, he pivoted on his heels and left the room. On his way out, he slammed the door, instantly regretted it.
Gwyneira stood there dumbfounded, tears rolling down her face.