Fool’s Gambit

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright –  Melanie Greenwood

“Your Highness, one word and we can stop this.”

” Your naivety is sweet, my Lord.”

“This parley was supposed to be a formality.”

“Did no one tell you that our parts were chosen long ago. Yesterday you sought a comfort in my bed, but love has no place on a battlefield.”

“A Stone Cold Queen – the name suits you.”

“Today I am not a queen, but a warrior. Although I may not live to see another day, I would suffer a thousand deaths for my people.”

“That is such a foolish reason to die.”

“Ah, but that is a good reason to be remembered.”

This is an excerpt from the story I am working on, right now it is all over the place and mostly in my head, but I still hope it will break free one of these days.


30 thoughts on “Fool’s Gambit

  1. The final line reminds me of the wisdom of Havamal:

    Cattle die, kinsmen die; the self must also die. I know one thing which never dies: the reputation of each dead man… (but it sounds so much better in Icelandic)

    I think considering the legacy we leave should be a concern for more people.

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    • I don’t think true heroes think about that. In this instance she was not thinking about the glory, but faced with imminent despair, just countered his statement, trying to make some kind of sense out of the pointlessness of war. Oh my, seems I’ll tel entire story through these comments. 😀 Thank you so much for your observation and your time.


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