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Fiction: Hours (366 words)

How long was it that he had been out? Hours. Several hours at least. Lydia looked at the clock, but for some reason the simple concept of hours and minutes seemed over her head.

The doctor wearily approached her in the chair near his bed. “Lydia, you really need to get some rest. You hit your head pretty badly, and you carried him several miles. He’s not small a man.”

“No, thank you. I’m fine.” Her tone dared anyone in the room to challenge her, but none of them would. Instead, the doctor who had approached her nodded to one of the nurses. That nurse got on the phone right away.

Two hours later, a man strode into the infirmary and straight over to Lydia’s chair. He pulled up another chair next to her, and simply asked, “How longs has it been?”

“I don’t know, sir. Hours at least.”

“Can’t tell time.”

“No, Sir.”

“Lyd. You need to lie down, get some sleep. I will keep guard over him and make sure he’s okay, but right now you need to be taking care of yourself.”

“Okay…okay…” Lyd stood up slowly, and turned to the man next to her for support as she made her way over to a bed.

“You know, my ego is deflating. I thought you were only this worried about me, but apparently you worry for all of your COs this way.”

“Don’t worry, sir, you were just worrisome enough to earn a very special place in my heart.” Lydia crawled into bed and within seconds the doctors were around her, giving her everything that she needed, but had been denying herself for ages.

“Thanks, Tristan.” Dr. Lam smiled, “You know she wouldn’t have moved from that chair for anyone else.”

“Yeah, she’s stubborn that way.” Tristan turned the chair Lydia had been sitting in so he could see both her and the unconscious Andre.

“You don’t have to stay, sir.”

“I told her I would watch him, and I’m going to hold up that promise. Not to mention, I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“And let me guess…”

Tristan smiled up at Dr. Lam, “I’m going to be stubborn that way.”


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Posted by on December 12, 2015 in Lydia's Stories


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Fiction: Royal Problems (456 words)

I sat up very slowly, because my head was throbbing.  I was in the main presentation room.  All of the chairs were empty, except for my fathers, but it was not my father sitting in it.  The Lord Without was grinning down on me, and I was resisting the urge to spit at him again.  Then I saw the long red welt all the way from elbow to wrist on his right arm.  That was Renee’s doing, I would bet my money on it.  She was always a fan of the big showy scars.  The Lord Without saw me looking and shook his sleeve down over the burn.

“Well, if it isn’t the precious Cindy.  Blessed with the power of Thought if I remember correctly, yes?  I suppose that makes you the best of all your sisters, hmm?”  I stopped resisting my own mind, and spit at him again.  It hit his leg, and he made a face at me.  “Well, that is hardly the respectful behavior I expected from a Lord’s daughter, especially towards the man who will soon become the single Lord of Antylos.  I demand an apology.” I snorted in an attempt to prevent myself from laughing out right.  “Well?”  The Lord Without asked.

“You clearly don’t remember me too well if you think that I am going to apologize to the man who attacked my family by the dark of night and is attempting to over throw my father.”

The Lord Without shrugged and smiled.  “I suppose you do have a point.  Although, my dear, you must start to respect me, as we are going to be family soon.”

That time I did laugh out right.  “Please.  You expect me to believe that?”

“Oh yes.  One of the seven of your will cave.  That’s just a statistical fact.”

I couldn’t stop laughing now.  “Oh, Dear Lord,” I put as much sarcasm as I could into that one, “You really don’t remember anything about my family.’

“That’s what you are saying now, but what will you say if I send you back to the closet for another couple of hours?”

“I have five older sisters.  You think this is the first time I’ve been locked into a room for an extended period of time? Please. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

I could practically see the anger seething off of him.  I decided to stop antagonizing him, hoping that if I didn’t make him angrier, then he wouldn’t have his goon drag me by hair again. No such luck.  The Lord Without snapped his fingers, and his goon grabbed at my head again.  “I will see you later, Miss Lucinda.  I hope you have changed your mind by our next meeting.”

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Posted by on May 19, 2015 in Stories


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