"Move a step forward, and he dies."
Charis's voice, with a growl in it which put him in mind of a hunting leopardess. He twisted his head upwards, his eyes and brain together protesting at the brightness of the torches ringing them. Amid a tangle of wolf- and bear- pelts he saw his princess – his charge – the delicate fourteen year old virgin whom he had sworn a solemn oath to protect - her right hand twisted in a mop of black curls and the edge of the blade he had given her pressed against an impossibly pale throat.
The boy had been sent as a hostage to the court of Gondal during one of the endless series of fractious, half-hearted truces which had marked the dying years of his grandfather's reign. He had been not much older than Charis, then; sulky, withdrawn and wild. The intervening two decades had changed him less than John had imagined possible.
"Lower your dagger, your grace," John said, clearing his throat. "Everything's fine."
The Crown Princess of Gaaldine, by AJHall
I’ve been reading AJ Hall’s fics for probably over ten years now, since we were both in the Harry Potter fandom. You can find most of them in very nice ebook formats here. (If you have any interest in Harry Potter, read Lust Over Pendle. It may not sound like your thing. It is your thing.)
This is the first of a series which crosses over BBC Sherlock and the Brontë children’s fantasy kingdoms, set somewhere in the 17th century. It’s all lovely and twisty and gorgeously well-written, and was a large part of the reason why I got back into fandom in 2012. (Warnings for general gothic sensibilities.)
AJ Hall writes brilliant descriptions, hilarious dialogue, complicated plots, and amazing female characters (canon and OCs). She’s great, go look.