Medieval Monday, autumn-style

WEEK 11

Another week of Medieval Monday! Almost to the end. How are you hanging in there?

This swampy area on a nearby trail never ceases to bore me. Each time, the reflection is calm and clear, the colors and shadows varied. The photos are from the same spot, taken just weeks apart. Left: yesterday, sun shining. Right: 2 weeks ago, overcast sky.

Check out Medieval Romance Lovers as we share in the fall theme of "Nature" in our excerpts from our medieval stories. You’ll see weekly snippets each Monday on our blogs. And since I live in New England, home to memorable fall foliage, I will continue to try to post some photos! This week, though, is a map from my book. The trilogy spans across northern England, the Highlands, and west to the isles.

Read last week’s scene snippet here.

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This week’s snippet…

Set-up:

Domhnall is a Seer who descends from powerful Ancients with mystical abilities. He suffers from terrible visions of the Sight, an affliction that comes with each touch, except with Rosalie. He is taking Rosalie on a stroll through the village. They come upon the loch shore and he suggests they collect pebbles for her necklace-making. Rosalie is a crafter and fortune-teller, scrimping to make ends meet and support her uncle and aunt, but she is also on the run from a vengeful noblewoman not pleased with her readings. She tells lies for a living. Domhnall believes her to be a true seer.

This week’s snippet…

“Her sons are dead?”
She nodded. “And she still plots to see her husband dead. She is with child. It’s not his. She knows I know this.”
“Hmm.”
“I believe now she wanted all of them to die. She is sly, Domhnall. She doesn’t usually confront people. Quiet. Keeps to herself. I believe she only came to me for readings out of desperation. She exploits others to her causes. She has naught but one friend in court, and from what I hear, her standing is shaky with nobility after the revolt. She avoids making a scene, as it would soil her reputation.”
“So she wouldn’t just confront you?”
Rosalie shrugged. “Not likely. She wouldn’t engage with me in public unless she must. She’d find another person to do her bidding. I should return to Edinburgh. I’ve brought trouble to your home.”
Stay Tuned….