It’s time for The Rule of Three Blogfest entry number three! You can check out the first two entries HERE and HERE, respectively. The first post has a little bit of history about Renaissance and some geography of the surrounding area. Now, time for the prompts, followed by the story!
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Choose ONE OR MORE from the following:
The impending misfortune foreshadowed in the 1st prompt comes to pass, but one or more characters laugh at it.
Betrayal is in the air.
Relationships unravel or strengthen.
A long-kept secret is revealed.
The day should have been glorious. The town center was decorated in white lace and red roses, even on the trellis where the ceremony took place. While Jenna appreciated the beauty of the white and red contrasting the green grass, there was a hollowness inside her.
All through the ceremony she would look at Bannon, but for some reason, it surprised her every time to see him there. She was expecting him to have dark hair and dark eyes. She did her best to look happy though, smiling with every unfortunate glance.
Bannon had already given his gift of The Coin Dance to their guests, as was custom. The entire town showed up for the wedding, which happened only with the wealthy or well off. Only half an hour more before the guests would present their gifts to her, and all the time she could think of one thing she wanted more than anything anyone could give her.
How she hadn’t realized was beyond her. She knew he loved her. Had known for years, even if he didn’t. Unfortunately, she didn’t know herself as well as she knew her best friend. Now he was gone, off on some crazy adventure because she couldn’t see her own love for him in time.
“Why do you cry?” Bannon asked, doubt in his eyes.
Wiping away the tears she didn’t know were there, she replied, “Is a woman not allowed tears of joy even on her wedding day?”
There was something more in his eyes than understanding though. Jenna thought it looked more like triumph. Even on such a warm day, she couldn’t help the chill that came over her.
Time came for her to open her bride gifts, and she was greeted with shouts on which to open first. She met each with a smile, but she was still disappointed by them. Some large, some small, none what she wanted.
The tone of the cheers changed when she picked up a package and began opening it. It wasn’t until the ribbon was off that she realized it. Looking up from her lap where the unknown present still lie, her breath rushed out of her. A man, thin and frail, stumbled through the guests. He was shirtless and in only his underclothes, stained with his own fluids. He carried a knife in a hand of swollen fingers, and collapsed a short distance in front of her.
A flash of light pulled her eyes from the man lying in the grass as Bannon raised his sword in both hands. His aim was unmistakable.
“No!” she screamed, throwing herself on top of Tyrnin, saving him from the blade. Pain, white hot, shot through her. Screams filled the air, but they were distant, as if filtered through glass and fog.
Looking into his eyes, the world dimmed and a taste of copper filled her mouth. “What happened to you?”
The pain and love in his eyes matched her own. Her heart shattered and darkness took her as Tyrnin spoke through dry, cracked lips. “He knew before either of us.”