Week 10: " Futile..."
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This week, returning to my WIP, ATNS. This takes place about a third of the way through the story.
The setup: Cuylrh is the POV character. He's in love with a woman named Rissa from a previously unknown world called earth. Daekartha is his grandfather, and also the high King of Rialt. Cuylrh will inherit the throne. Daekartha has (without ever having met her) deemed Rissa, unacceptable for his grandson. Cuylrh has Rissa in another location, guarded, for her own safety.
Daekartha has tracked down his grandson and just asked him if he's chosen a mate yet.
Looking at Daekartha’s face, he searched for any chinks, but solid armor was what he saw. The old man’s expression was hard, his jaw set, and his gold eyes issued resolve. Cuylrh knew it was a futile endeavor—trying to educate an old man who already knew everything he wanted to know. But it was all he had left; he had to try. “Honestly grandfather, I refuse to choose. I would happily delay the whole affair if you would consent to me claiming Rissa as my mate.” He held his grandfather’s gaze, keeping it just as even and intense as the old man’s. “She’d have time to learn the language and the history, and you would have time to learn that she is not an enemy.”
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