If you celebrate Rosh Hashanah, may you have a happy, sweet New Year!
Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This snippet comes right after last week’s, as several important-looking visitors from the palace have come to Arkadiya Gagarina’s hotel room to tell her she didn’t show up at a recent gathering of morganatic princesses invited to audition for empress-consort. Arkadiya has already explained she’s been feeling sick, and now offers additional reasons.
The servants, like their master, aren’t taking no for an answer.
“His Majesty must’ve forgotten I’m older than he is, and a confirmed old maid. What does a simple girl from Yekaterinburg need with the title of Tsaritsa? Now, I’d like to please go back to bed so I can get my strength back.” She stood back and began a croupy cough. “I really hope this isn’t the one disease I’m afraid it is.”
The visitors disappeared, and she gratefully returned to bed. Her peace was short-lived, however, as twenty minutes later another knock sounded on her door.
“His Majesty really wants you to come to the palace. He said you’re to stay in one of the spare rooms until such time as you’ve recovered, and then you’ll be interviewed for the position of Tsaritsa. It can’t hurt to humor him, can it?”