This is the first real chunk of prose I've written in a long time, written mid-October. It doesn't currently have a real start or end, and it's from the perspective of a non-POV character so it will probably never make it into the book it's related to, but I wanted to share it so it doesn't just gather dust in a notebook. I'm not looking for intense feedback, but general impressions of the characters, voice, what story might lie behind it, etc. are welcome!
Wisterin pursued Toril and Orlan near-equally, though neither reciprocated. Sure, Toril entertained her once in a while, but they both knew it was no more than a game. Orlan believed he didn't have time for such things—though what he did deem worthy of his stingy attention was a mystery to Toril—and though Orlan often seemed a blockhead, he had enough smarts, and experience, to recognize false affection when he saw it.
Toril's true efforts were directed toward Wisterin's more elegant twin: the princess.
There was no proof they were actually related, of course, though Wisterin looked so like Ismena, and Ismena so like her father, that Toril—and likely many others—had wondered if King Shordin had dallied one day and hidden the consequences 'til Eliot brought them to light.
Or maybe Wisterin was a changeling that the faeries had failed to trade for the princess. That would better explain her fae habits.
Princess Ismena was undoubtedly the true princess. Carriage like that couldn't be imitated, even by the most skilled actors; it could only be bred. Ismena had been raised more by her mother—before her death—and by the steward, Jerod Kyat, than by the king, whose own bearing left stability to be desired. He seemed, if Toril were honest, a rather weak king. But then, Toril supposed that losing someone dear would weaken a person, king or not.