Objective: Write an emotional arc for a character to move through.
Objective: Explore the use of voice in conveying emotion.
Ferran paced back and forth between his bed and the wall. There wasn’t much space, barely enough room for him to stretch his legs. His bed was but a straw pallet laying on the ground, on top of which sat his new… present. Wren.
“Are you alright?” the girl asked cautiously.
“Am I alright?” Ferran asked. He turned to face her. “Do I seem alright to you? Do you have any idea of the problems you’ve caused me just by coming here?”
Wren stood up. Though Ferran was very tall, Wren was only barely shorter than him. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am. As you know, I chose to come here to never see my family again. I chose to put myself at the mercy of Lord Acton. I simply begged for him to throw me away to one of his servants to use as a toy. Yes, these were all things I chose.”
Ferran shook his head and collapsed onto his bed, hanging his head in his hands. He allowed Wren to tower over him. “I’ve been working for years to free my sister from this place. Years.” He hated Lord Acton, hated him with his entire being. The man was scum, not worthy of the throne he sat on. Given the chance Ferran would kill Acton without a second thought. The only problem was that such an act would prevent him from helping his sister. He couldn’t just throw everything away like that.
“I’m sorry,” Wren said after some time had passed.
“I am too. No one is to blame but Acton. I just want to get Anna out of here.”
“And what if she doesn’t want to leave?”
Ferran sighed. “Why do you think I’ve been here for so long?”
A short excerpt from an untitled novel I’m working on written for the above prompt.