Adolph carefully walked along the top of the castle wall, approaching the slim woman in grey who was watching the courtyard and the marsh alternately. “How are you today, betrothed?”
Adelheid turned and smiled slightly. “I am well, thank you, Adolph.” She brushed some hair behind her ear. “It is a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
He stood next to her and looked out over the marsh, which was showing a little bit of ice around the edges. It had snowed last night. “If you like freezing to death.” He sounded gloomy.
Adelheid laughed. “No, I like NOT freezing to death. That’s why we have massive fireplaces, and halls, and all that! Yes?”
Adolph didn’t sound convinced. “You still have to go outside. And then your nose freezes.” He looked at Adelheid as she chuckled. “Are you, happy, about Christmas?”
She looked at him, and then looked down at her hands. “Um.”
Adolph took the hands, carefully. “I didn’t really have time to ask you before, Fraulein Independent. But you can obviously carry yourself well in court, you don’t panic in emergencies, you speak as many languages as I do, you look lovely, and you’re smart.” He cleared his throat. “Is it such a terrible thing, to marry a friend? Oh, and I’m fabulously wealthy. Does that help?”
She chuckled, and looked up, rather red in the face. “I’ll be honest, it does help, just a little.” She brushed at hair that didn’t need to be tidied. “But I wouldn’t mind if we had to live in a town house either. You’re the best I’ve found yet.”
Adolph grinned. “Good. I don’t want a mopey wife.” He continued grinning cockily as his betrothed glared at him. “Moping equals rebellion! And trying to tickle you into submission is just tiring, not to mention beating, I mean, wow.” He shook his head. “Much better to be happy.”
“I’m happy I can keep you from being so inconvenienced, friend.” Adelheid responded dryly.
Adolph chuckled. “Being married to you will certainly be fun! Brrr, it’s cold. let’s go inside.” He held the ladder steady for her as she climbed down.
Adeleid inclined her head to him. “Danke, Hoheit.” Her shoulders went back, and her head up. “It once was part of a pair, but I say to you now, a man came to my house, and by secret means obtained the pair to the glove, and stole it. I accuse that one.” She pointed directly at Ritter Sebastian.
There was an audible intake of breath, and fixing of attention on Ritter Sebastain. The Emperor looked at him. “Ritter?”
The man laughed incredulously. “I’m sorry to deprive you of a scandal, Hoheit, jeerharten Frauen, Herren. But I have never seen this woman before in my life. She must have the wrong person.”
“No,” Adelheid remained adamant. “I know the man. It is certainly him.”
Ritter Sebastain started to laugh again, and then downgraded it into a chuckle. “I swear, Fraulein, you have the wrong man. I’ve never seen you before.” He looked around him, and his smile faded in the face of the room’s mood. They didn’t believe him, that was clear.
In the back of the room, a whisper started. “The executioner’s already set up…”
So, I’m gonna try and start to write again. To get me back in the mood, I’m doing a quiz! *grins maniacally*
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most one at the least.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Feel free to go ahead and add some question yourself!!
- Herr Bruno
How old are you?
- Why are you asking me this? Get out of my Kitchen!
- Depends on what calendar you’re using, thou oh-so-intelligent. I’m old enough to take care of myself.
Do you have any bad habits?
- Only according to my Parents.
- I’m quiet? People keep dying, but it’s NOT my fault.
- My temper can get rather dramatic. I am not joking. If you want to keep your house in one piece, it’s not a good idea to anger me.
- Putting up with the IDIOTS who populate my kitchen!
- No. These scars are old. And if you touch me, I’ll hurt you.
- What part of “I’m 16” do you not get? Though I’m engaged. Kind of. Maybe. Uh- Next question!
- I’m single.
- The last guy I went out with had to have his memory wiped. Any other questions?
- I am married to my art. PUT DOWN THAT SALT CELLAR OR I WILL GUT YOU.
- It’s illegal to be married. I have my sisters.
Have any kids?
- None that I know of!
- Did Margerete put you up to that question?
- What kind of question is that? I just told you I’m single! And yes, I’m old-fashioned. Get over it.
- *is busy beating the person who dropped a bowl of strawberries*
- Me, allowed to have kids? That’s a joke.
- Katie’s hot chocolate. I could live on that stuff.
- The little spring eel pies that Margerete makes with the gravy and the vegetables, and the crust so shiny…
- Lemon bars. But without coconut, and just browned, so the top cracks when you cut into it. Lovely!
- I love all food. EXEPT THE SLOP THEY SERVE IN OTHER KITCHENS!
- Well, here, I suppose I’d have to say the contraband bread from the worker’s level was awfully good. Aside from that, food isn’t a point of interest.
Favorite Ice cream flavor?
- I’m sorry? What?
- Grasshopper pie. Or rocky road. Or cherry chip. Or Rolo. Or- oh, for goodness sake, any ice cream I can get shipped in solid is marvelous.
- Ice cream? Iced Cream. Hmm, that sounds interesting. MARTIN! Bring me the cream and the ice shavings, and Martin, bring me some strawberries…
- I’m no favorite. I don’t get treats. Who are you anyways?
- I’m pretty sure I’d have been told. Pretty sure. Unless-
- I say prayers for their souls every day.
- He deserved it.
- I prefer to keep those who have sinned where they can repent of their transgressions against the culinary world. For a LONG time.
- I- don’t remember.
- Takes too much effort.
- No. Loathe though, I can manage.
- “Hate”implies that they’re on my level.
- YOU! What are you doing with that pie?!!!??? *hurls a knife* No, why do you ask?
- Not a person, exactly. I try not to think about them.
- I wasn’t there. I was in Grand Bank. Grand Bank, I tell you!
- Next Question.
- Not unless you include the alternate identity, and the gift- and you don’t remember me saying any of that. Right?
- Withholding information isn’t the same as lying about it, right? I mean, they don’t know about it, but they don’t need to, right? And not telling the Observers things is totally not even an issue. And the- you know, I’m just going to say no, and leave it there.
- Michael. Just joking! Just joking…
- I followed my brother across the world to bail him out. Does that count?
- You touch my family, you die. Tell whoever sent you that.
- What is the point of this question?
- Not now. Not anymore. Not here.
What is your job?
- I’m a student. Though Katie seems to want me to work at McDonalds. It’s in discussion.
- I work in the kitchen. And I pour wine at the high table.
- I’m the only person on this island, what do you think?
- I am master of the kitchen. And the cellars. And the docks.
- You really are not the highest rating, aren’t you? Look at my ident code. It has “drudge” in the TITLE!
Are you a boy or a girl??
- Two parents.
- One brother, but he’s under sentence of death. And it’s my fault. I WILL break him out.
- Daddy, Muv, Pete, Ally, Mike, John, Geoff, Jane, and Sally.
- They died in the winter when I was a child.
- I’m the only one left.
- After that weekend, I think I can count on Allison, Michael, Katie, Ben and Kathleen to stand by me. I’m not saying I like them though.
- Margerete is amazing. And Brother Hugo. But I can’t trust anyone else, right now. I shouldn’t even trust them, really.
- Back at home, a couple.
- *doesn’t answer*
- Me? You’ve got me mixed up with someone people like.
What was the most surprising moment in your life up until now?
- When Mr. X shot that man. I don’t even know his name.
- When it turned out that Herr Adolf knew who I was. I’m still not sure where that is going.
- The first time I flew was very memorable.
- When my assistant made a flawless cake. I could not have done better myself. Then I knew who my successor must be.
- When I first saw fire summoned. That was a good day.
Where would you rather be?
- Out of this dead-end town?
- Safe. Just somewhere where I could relax.
- Why would I want to be anywhere else?
- In the UO. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Ever kissed anyone that’s not a family member?
- A couple girls, yeah. A lot, actually.
- Who do you think I am?
- Thankfully, no.
- This interview is over. *walks away*
- Kissed? Uh, it didn’t mean anything, I’m sure.
Word count I should be at: 37,097
Word count I am at: 37,588
I’ve been writing scenes I’m not really sure about for the last couple of days, but every so often I get a line that clicks another chunk of plot into place. So I don’t want to totally write them off, but they’re mainly mediocre, with a very few redeeming features. In comparison to the rest of my stuff, that is. We’re not going to talk about how good they are in reference to actually good work 😀
And I keep trying to find ways for certain people not to die. *cries* I won’t tell you who they are, because I might find a way, and also I want it to be a shock if any of you end up reading Merchant’s Daughter. I just need some casualties! And I don’t want them to be pure “expendables.”
Darn, darn, darn. *frowns*
You see, I’ve never actually killed anyone yet, so it’s a new thing.
Anyhow, in other news, Ritter Sebastian has arrived, I’ve married Jana off, and Adelheid has turned out to be “such a man!” 😀 I’m glad. I was worried about her for a while, and now I like her again. Marching through the castle, terrorizing all the men. 😛
Word count I should be at: 32,258
Word Count I should be at: 27,419
Word Count I am at: 26,104
I admit it, I totally failed at writing on days where I also worked. But I’m starting to catch up now! Really! *sincere*
I’m rather happy about how my characters are suddenly discovering who they are. Hugh is amazing, I realized, and Adelheid has some kind of a personality! No, Hugh always had a personality, but I got to do an extended foray into how insane he actually is. You have no idea! He actually has a really sad backstory too. Or at least, it was sad in my head, so I hope it translates that way.
Also, Adelhied slapped someone, and got to be her queenly self in two dissimilar situations, which stitched together two divergent personality pieces in my head. Moreover, I finally wrote Adolph! He was the first character to arrive in my head, and the last one of my MC to talk. At this time he’s remarkably fun to write, and I haven’t even used many of his really good lines yet! *dances* He needs to do a lot of growing up though. This should be fun!
I finished the murder dare, so now I just have to include the one(s) about real people. And no, I am not counting Adelhied as me, despite the slapping episode. *firmly*
My story makes me happy.
Word count I should be at: 20,968
My main female character. She’s 19, and her brother ran off to travel the world selling things three yeas ago. Now he got put under sentence of death in Hamberg, and called her there so he could see her before he died. She is currently under an assumed name, Adele, working in the kitchen of the Castle where he is imprisoned, and cooking up something devious along with the fish.
The brother who ran off to travel the world. He’s blond, 17, and a little ADHD. He has a wicked business sense, but doesn’t always notice the traps he’s walking into. Currently imprisoned, and giving language lessons to the daughter of the Castle Steward.
The daughter of the Castle Steward in Hamberg. She’s got a club foot, and hasn’t been out of the Castle in years. Sensible as the day is long, she helps out wherever an extra pair of hands is needed. Taking language lessons from Johannes, and likes the crazy stories he tells.
She’s lived in Hamberg her whole life, which is almost 40 years so far. She has no children, but she takes most of the castle under her wing, including Adelhied/Adele. She knows EVERYTHING that goes on. Is Herr Bruno’s right hand woman, though he’d never say so.
- Herr Bruno:
The crazy cook at Hammaburg (the name of the castle). Literally, he carries a massive broken sword that he’s ground smooth, and he bites the blade when he’s agitated, which is often. So he’s bending you backwards over the table with the sword at your throat, and blood running down his chin where he cut himself. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BREAD?!? If you make a mistake in his kitchen, you run for your life. Also, no one ever knows quite where he is, which doesn’t help the stress level.
Johannes’s partner, he’s an scarred middle aged ex-crusader with a past we haven’t talked about yet. But he handles swords like he was born with them in his hands. He’s currently hiding out in a monastery as a novice, and is heading for Hammaburg with a delivery of beer. Spent “16 years on a battlefield.”
- Martin (brown):
A 9 year old page to the Herzog, with brown hair, he ends up helping Herzogin Mechtilde’s ladies with her sewing, which he is not pleased about. Had once lesson in how to fight properly from Hugh, which he was pleased about. He has a running friendship/feud with
- Martin (white):
A 9 year old kitchen boy with blond hair. Fights Brown Martin on sight, and notices more than you’d think.
The Herzog, he’s 2o, and likes to go about in disguise to learn about his property, though everyone knows who he is because of his red hair. He was not pleased when his mother tried to arrange a marriage with him to Adelhied, who he’s never met, and thereupon announced that he was moving to Hamberg, and that he’s going to marry lady Nathalie. He goes by Alban when he’s “undercover.”
The “understood” betrothed of Adolph. Pretty and predatory. Adolph didn’t stand a chance. She was widowed once before, and is making a very advantageous marriage to Adolph. Her Uncle is Ritter Sebastian.
- Ritter Sebastian:
The Chief adviser to Herzogin Mechtilde. He was the instrument of Johannes’s condemnation, which was unwarranted. He likes power, and also for people to not know that he likes or has power. Doesn’t hold a grudge, because he doesn’t need to. If he doesn’t like you, you’re already dead.
- Herzogin Mechtilde:
Herzogin of Hamberg, and many other places which she’d rather visit. She was made regent of her son’s lands when her husband died 15 years ago, and she isn’t letting go of the power. She’s very used to it by now, in fact.
At age 14, she was shipped off to Hammaburg to snare a husband, but she spends all her time in the stillroom making medicines. Skittish, she has very good hearing, and knows how to use her store of herbs to do remarkable things, despite not liking them.
- Father Nikolous:
The (very) new priest at Hammaburg. He is in charge of both the castle and the surrounding area, now that Father David died. He’s very eager to do a good job, but sometimes is a little too eager to do well.
Word Count I should be at: 13,333
Word count I should be at: 11,667
Word count I am at: 9,110
Title: I am not who I am
Word count I should be at: 8335