Six Sentence Sunday: Prologues to The Heretic
“Yet, my pursuit brings me closer to you, Solas.” I announced softly so the gathered spectators would not overhear.
I caressed the King piece in my palm with absolute tenderness, knowing full well it was within his view. His right brow raised before he forced the muscles of his face into a neutral expression, yet when I looked up at him he drew his face away quickly. I suppose neutrality could not hide everything. He briefly sized up the crowd before returning to face me.
“Do they bother you, Solas? Do you find it hard to focus?” I whispered coyly.
“With you in my sight, Vhenan, how could I see anyone else? Besides, I am merely waiting for your next play. It is your turn, or have you forgotten in your arduous pursuit of my King?” Solas countered.
“I will have more than that in my hands by the end of this, Solas. Just you watch.” I proclaimed boldly.
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Maybe... if I squint hard enough I will see six sentences....well, lets just say I was an art major for a reason and counting is not my specialty.
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