The prompt for this week from Thin Spiral Notebook was villein, which means “a feudal servant entirely subject to a lord.”
This story is open for your interpretation. I’d love to hear your thoughts about the subtext, who these characters are, what they want.
She blinked up at him demurely, batted her eyelashes.
The blond man smiled at her. What a pretty thing, he thought. What a pretty, little, stupid thing.
He pulled her closer, sliding his hand from the small of her back to rest on her behind. She tittered sweetly.
“My lord, we mustn’t. I heard your brother, he said you’re not allowed—”
He captured her mouth with his, silencing her.
She melted into his arms, like he knew she would.
He could always tell when a woman needed his help. A night with the heir grants commoners a little status.
©2018 Heather Stephens