Hello, WIPpeteers! And other readers of my humble blog. Today is WIPpet Wednesday again, when a group of bloggers come together to post a sample of their current WIP. The only rule is that it somehow correlates to the date (June 19 = 19 lines/sentences/paragraphs, something from Chapter 19, etc). Since I’ve been talking about it in my last couple of posts, here is 19 sentences from that scene. Felipe is escaping to shirk his royal duties.
“All right, I’m ready now!” he called out and the guard pushed open the door just in time to see the prince’s head disappear as he climbed down the trellis outside.
“Your Highness!” the guard exclaimed, running to the window and leaning over the windowsill. Prince Felipe looked up at him from halfway down and grinned.
“If the public get to enjoy all the fun at a festival being held in my honour, why should I miss out?” he shouted up to the guard. “Tell Her Highness I apologise for my absence at lunch!”
As he continued to climb, he heard a clamour as the first guard was joined for a couple of others who blamed him for the prince’s escape, and then the argument as they decided how best to deal with the situation. Prince Felipe knew from experience he had about seven minutes before the guards would get downstairs, find their colleagues and organise a proper search. By then, he could be well and truly blended into the crowds that were flooding onto the grounds for the festival.
Sometimes he wondered why the trellis outside his window was never removed; he never made any effort to hide the fact that he was making use of it. Perhaps his parents didn’t mind because it gave the men in their employ something to do other than just take shifts protecting the palace grounds. Either way, Prince Felipe certainly enjoyed the chase and wasn’t going to complain as long as he was able to keep doing it and getting away with it.
He jumped the last little distance to the ground and raised the hood of his cloak over his head. As he began walking away, he recognised the blond maid who was working in the garden as one he often chatted to when he was out like this, and gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder as he passed. She started but then grinned as she turned and saw who it was.
The prince turned so he was walking backwards, and grinned back at her. “Send them in the wrong direction for me, won’t you?”
“As always,” she replied.
“That’s my girl!” Prince Felipe waved and then turned around and broke into a jog towards the rows of tents and pavilions ahead of him. He slipped between two of them and wove himself in amongst the crowds of people on the other side.
What do you guys think? I would hang around and discuss it more, but it’s nearly 11pm and I was going to be in bed at least an hour ago. But I got distracted by TV and then, to quote my housemate, “we became angry feminists and forgot about bedtime.” As for ROW80, I haven’t written much the last couple of days, however I’m hosting the write-in with my writing group tomorrow night, so hopefully I’ll round out the round with some good progress! And now, goodnight!