Illusion of a Majesty
Come to Florende, you'll be safe there. That's what they promised.
Jenna Rose was actually dumb enough to believe them. As a majesty, it is the law for Jenna to defend the city against attack from the Cordels. While she is primed for high society and made to attend cut-throat combat events, her sister Vivien, has to slum it with the norms.
The Cordels haven't attacked in fifteen years, but the inequality in Florende has altered the norms' memories. With the bloodbath forgotten, they don't know what the majesties are still protecting them from. Vivien, is one of those norms. But the Cordels have heard about Jenna, the majesty that can steal powers from another, and while the norms rebel inside Florende, the Cordels are sending in their scouts. What no one seems to realise is there's a problem with Jenna's majesty, and every time she uses it her mind slips over into crazy.
She's sure something big is coming. She's seen the signs, witnessed the unexplainable; the only thing lacking is evidence. The problem is, Jenna can't tell the difference between what's real and what's in her head.
Florende is collapsing from the inside.
Vivien is helping make it happen.
The Cordels are getting ready on the outside.
And, piece-by-piece, Jenna feels like she's losing control.
You'll be safe there, they said. They were wrong.
First 150 words:
The tower clock rang out nine times and echoed up through the city. It was an house past curfew, and if anyone found me and Vivien lurking in an alley, we were done for. Our dresses weren't really appropriate for a confinement cell.
A chill crawled over my skin as Vivien leaned out into the deserted street, her bleached blonde hair illuminated by the dim streetlight. She didn't look back as she grabbed my arm and dragged me after her.
Our heels clopped too loudly against the cement and Vivien's giggles echoed through the street unnaturally. I wanted to tell her to shut it, but I didn't dare open my mouth as I kept a look out for the sentries, sure one was lurking in the shadows.
After a month, Florende still freaked me out. The narrow, maze-like streets all seemed to lead down to the docks, where fishing and cargo ships groaned on the water, and orange, flaky rust ate the buildings.