Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly Sunday hop where writers share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes right after last week’s, as 14-year-old Aleksey is anything but happy on his first Orthodox Christmas as an orphan. His uncle, Grand Duke Mikhail, the Regent, comes by to try to cheer him up and urges him to regain his health, but to no avail.
“You look paler than you should,” Mikhaíl observed as he stepped into the room. “I specifically told the servants to bring you in those treats, so you’d have something to tide your appetite over with until the big feast. You need to eat as much as possible if you want to recover all your strength. Those months of captivity took such a big toll on your health, and everyone is very concerned about you.”
“I’m not hungry, Dyadya Mísha. All the treats in the world won’t bring back my parents.” His deep blue-grey eyes became even deeper and larger, the way they always had when he bore sadness, pain, and suffering. “I wanted to become a man so badly, but not so badly it meant being forced into it before I was ready.”