A short story for Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt.
The river flows as it always did, in turbulent pools where the bank is broken by the deep stone walls. Impregnable, they always said, with the cliff behind and the river before, and my father laughed at the notion of siege.
“We have stores enough for two years within and the wells never run dry.”
When he said I was to marry the neighbouring seigneur to make our joint lands the wealthiest in the county, the fort became a prison. You vowed you would come for me, as I vowed I would be here when you did. No walls would keep me in if your arms waited on the other side.
❤️💖❤️
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The ahswers oh this prompt are so different as surprising. I think Jahe is the ohly one really close to the first impression of the image. 😉
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