This post is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sonya from Only 100 Words. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. I hope you like it.
Seldren, High King of Ilreia, watched with a resentful gaze as the revellers danced and chatted carelessly in the evergreen festooned hall. His own enjoyment of the Midwinter celebrations was soured by churning suspicion. Any one of them might be plotting against him. Any one of them might be in league with the rebels tearing his kingdom apart.
He knew he should be mingling with his nobility, consolidating their support. He downed another drink. All he wanted to do was forget.
She glided through the gathering with effortless poise and elegance, as cold as the ice sculptures decorating the palace grounds, drawing his attention as she always did. His eyes traced the curves of her body and he imagined her sprawled naked beneath him. Surging lust drove him to her side.
“Sire.” She curtseyed.
“Lady Phaenel. Join me.” It wasn’t a request.
Tonight he’d melt her ice, forgetting his worries in her flesh. Later, when his spies found evidence of her treachery, proving his suspicions correct, then… then he’d enjoy making her ice shatter.
Word Count: 174