
The Elders of the Western Realms would say that when a parent passes away, their children can often sense it. On the day of my father’s passing that very sense was enough to wake me from a sleep that was similar to death itself.
I closed my eyes hoping with all my heart that when I would open them again I would see that what my heart was telling me was a lie. Unfortunately, I was soon to be bitterly disappointed.
With great force I pushed back the bed sheets that covered me and desperately ran out of my quarters.
The Elders of the Western Realms would say that when a parent passes away, their children can often sense it.Firstly, is it an association? If not so, and Elder you means all the wise people, then shouldn't it be small letter 'e'. Secondly, I think you need some improvisation in this sentence. Well, of course when the parent has passed away then the children already know, so shouldn't you have written: ...can often sense it before
With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes hoping with all my heart that when I would open them again I would see that what my heart was telling me was a lie.
“No...” I said, my voice was barely a whisper as hot thick tears ran down my cheeks and blood pounded in my ears.I loved this description.
Of Loss and Love: chapter oneWell, this has got nothing to do with the story but I still wanted to point out that 'c' for chapter should be capital and so should be the 'o' of one.
Nothing mattered anymore.Although sentence just comprises of three words, they are so strong and express her sorrow. They kind of sum-it-up.
As I emerged onto the landing I could hear the hushed voices of Uncle Maurice and his crooked-nosed advisor, Lord Sébastian.
His sombre expression could not mask his true feelings at the news of my father’s demise.Wow! This was so beautiful , *coco.
I knew all too well that he could not be happier by the news.Although I understand what you mean by this sentence and so would others who read this, it is wrong. It should be: I knew all too well that he couldn't have been much happier.'Much' is the very word you just missed.
“I AM THE PRINCESS OF ASINYA, YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO SEE HIM!” I yelled, staring venomously into his eyes.I am not sure exactly why but I liked this sentence and specially the 'venomously' word you used here. Good job!
“Wh...what happened to him?” I asked them, my voice shaking.Oops,a typo!
As I did so, childhood memories suddenly swept through my mind like waves from an ocean.Such a nice imagery!
And my most fondest memory of all, when my father would lie in bed with me every night and tell me wonderful tales of brave and beautiful princesses whom he would name after my mother and me.If you replace 'my' with 'I', it would become a correct sentence. But to make it more nice, perfect, you need to write: And my most fondest memory of all, when my father would lie in bed with me every night and tell me wonderful tales of brave and beautiful princesses whom he would name after me and my mother.Here I just swapped the words and now they look like this(the bold ones).
With one kiss to my father's cold forehead, I spoke to him for the last time, “Goodbye father," I said.Well, a nice, solid ending. But personally I would like it more if you remove the 'I said'. These two words just block the flow of the story.
Wrapped in green velvet, embroidered with golden needle work was my father’s dead body.Otherwise it seemed that the embroidery was of green velvet, while it was entirely different case.


The Elders of the Western Realms would say that when a parent passes away,Good beginning, I like it better than the first one you had, since it shows so much more about this story in the first sentence. Perhaps you should take out the 'would', though, since without the 'would' this sentence flows much better. I disagree with Shubhi a little bit on this one; capitalizing 'Elders' and everything else you capitalized in this sentence is definitely okay because of the time period this is written in, etc.
their children can often sense it.
With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes, hoping with all my heart that when(I inserted two commas for you.) This sentence is a bit lengthy. Perhaps you could simplify it a little bit, or split it in half?
I would open them again I would see that what my heart was telling me was a lie.
Suddenly I heard the deafening sounds of the warning bells echoing throughout the Old City followed swiftly by the sounds of echoing footsteps.Take out one 'echoing'. Maybe take out the second one, since it feels more unneeded than the first.
I took out the first part since we already get that the whole 'heart beating' and 'blood pounding' thing is going on from the last part:With my heart beating and my blood poundingI hurried down the steps and sprinted across the arched torch-lit third floor hallway.
“No...” I said, my voice was barely a whisper as hot thick tears ran down my cheeks and blood pounded in my ears.The reader already gets the idea, and you don't need to emphasize it more.
Servants crowded around in large groups outside the steps of the NorthernI capitalized 'tower' for you since I thought that the 'Northern Tower' is a proper noun/ a special place, since generally directions aren't capitalized by themselves.tTower, weeping into each other’s shoulders as news spread through the castle.
“Ah...Princess Rosaline,” Uncle Maurice suddenly caught sight of me and cleared his throat nervously before bowing in my direction.Who is she staring at 'coldly'? Besides that, this is a good, strong paragraph, and it flows well.
“Princess,” said Lord Sébastian, also bowing, more solemnly.
I stared at him coldly. His sombre expression could not mask his true feelings at the news of my father’s demise. I knew all too well that he could not be happier by the news. My father’s hatred for corruption, greed, immorality, and his opposition to political and religious reformation made him an enemy among pro-reformist nobles such as Lord Sébastian.
“I AM THE PRINCESS OF ASINYA, YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO SEE HIM!” I yelled, staring venomously into his eyes.As Shubhi said, good imagery here with the use of 'venomously'. Maybe you should make her also remind Sébastian that she's the king's daughter as well when she's yelling at him, or something like that.
“Very well,” he nodded before stepping aside.Can you tell us how he feels/reacts to the princess after yelling at him? Does he flinch in the slightest?
whilst the Chapel Priests flicked rose water onto his body and muttered prayers of salvation from the Holy Scroll. Upon my arrival, they stood from their seats and bowed.Haha, I love your use of the word 'whilst'. It really captures the time period of this story, etc.
“Wh...what happened to him?” ITypo.asledasked them, my voice shaking.
“Take out the hyphen there (well, I took it out for you). You already said his voice came 'suddenly from behind', so you don't need any fancy punctuation.-pPlease give the Princess a moment alone with her father,” Uncle Maurice’s voice came suddenly from behind me.
I turned away from the door and with the little courage that remained inside me I faced my father’s bed. Wrapped in green velvet embroidered with golden needle work was my father’sThe word 'dead' is unneeded since, well, we know he's dead already. Try to avoid saying the obvious.deadbody.
Now he could finally rest - now he could finally be with my mother.Dashes vs. hyphens...I'm not totally sure on their usage myself, but I'm pretty sure that you should have a dash here (I think a semi-colon can work too). If your computer can't make a dash, I guess you can just make multiple hyphens. Here's a good article on how to use dashes, just in case if you need it.
Suddenly the realisation of my situation hit me like a dagger to my heart. As I looked down at my father’s lifeless body the dreadful truth swept over me like a plague.Two similar similes in a row doesn't read very well.
At just seventeen years old, I would become an orphan, and as a woman I would be at the mercy and care of my father’s enemies.Huh? Maybe explain a little more.
“He promised me, Nan...” I continued to sob. “...afterThis makes the MC sound a bit selfish; maybe that's what you want. Also, how could he not leave her, since he's at least somewhat old, and had to die sometime soon?mMother died he promised he would never leave me...”
I closed my eyes for several seconds in an attempt to muster up enough courage before kissing my father gently on his hand. As I did so, childhood memories suddenly swept through my mind like waves from an ocean. I suddenly remembered how every night after supper my father would dance with me in the ballroom whilst my mother played the piano. I suddenly remembered how my father would playfully chase me around the castle gardens along with Nan everyday when I refused to take my night bath. And myI like this whole recollection thing going on; very nice. In the last sentence, there should be a 'me' instead of an 'I', since, if you take out the 'my mother and' part, the sentence doesn't sound good with an I: And, my fondest memory of all, was when my father would lie in bed with me every night and tell me wonderful tales of brave and beautiful princesses whom he would name after I.mostfondest memory of all, was when my father would lie in bed with me every night and tell me wonderful tales of brave and beautiful princesses whom he would name after my mother andIme.
With one kiss to my father's cold forehead, I spoke to him for the last time, “Goodbye father," I said.I think this sentence reads better like this: With one kiss to my father's cold forehead, I spoke to him for the last time: "Goodbye, father."
The Elders of the Western Realms say that when a parent passes away, their children can often sense it. This is a great beginning, real eye grabberOn the day of my father’s passing that very sense was enough to wake me from a sleep that was similar to death itself.
Perhaps my feelings were entirely imaginary, a nightmare even, for I had been having plenty Sorry, I just don't like the word - it's nitpicky, but I think another phrasing would be better. Plenty sounds very simple. Of course, it's totally up to youof them since my father had first become ill. With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes, hoping with all my heart that when I would open them again I would see that what my heart was telling me was a lie. Unfortunately, I was soon to be bitterly disappointed.
Suddenly I heard the deafening sounds of the warning bells echoing throughout the Old City,followed swiftly by the sounds of echoing footsteps. Several seconds passed before a dark shadow appeared from behind my chamber door.
“My Lady,” breathed Nan - I love the name as she entered my chambers. “The King-”
The slightest glimmer of hope that had remained inside me vanished after seeing the look on her face.
Nan continued devastatingly, “I’m sorry but your father...he is no more...”
My reaction was instant. “No...” I said, my voice was barely a whisper as hot thick tears ran down my cheeks. Suddenly my chamber walls began to feel as though they were closing in on me, my breath started to feel short and heavy...
With great force I pushed back the bed sheets that covered me and desperately ran out of my quarters.
I could hear Nan calling me, running after me so that she could console me but I did not dare stop.Wwhy? I hurried down the steps and sprinted across the arched torch-lit third floor hallway.
Servants crowded around in large groups outside the steps of the Northern Tower, weeping into each other’s shoulders as news spread through the castle. Several looked up at me upon my arrival, some glaring Aagain, why?at me whilst others threw me looks of pity. I pushed past them and ascended the Tower’s steep spiral staircase. Their tears did not matter to me, and neither did their grief.
Nothing mattered anymore.
As I emerged onto the landing I could hear the hushed voices of Uncle Maurice and his crooked-nosed advisor Lord Sébastian.
“...perhaps we should wait a while...otherwise people may grow suspicious,” spoke Uncle Maurice quietly.
“We cannot afford to wait, Sire,” Lord Sébastian replied. “King Théodore has no heir to the throne and no son to continue with the succession. We must immediately press ahead with the declaration of your legitimate ascension to the throne-”
“Ah...Princess Rosaline,” Uncle Maurice suddenly caught sight of me and cleared his throat nervously before bowing in my direction.
“Princess,” said Lord Sébastian, also bowing, more solemnly.
I stared at Lord Sébastian coldly. His sombre expression could not mask his true feelings at the news of my father’s demise. I knew all too well that he could not have been happier by the news. My father’s hatred for corruption, greed, immorality, and his opposition to political and religious reformation made him an enemy among pro-reformistOkay, so I like it that you give no explenation to that, but do remember your targeted crowd is [I assume] teenagers - and most of the teenagers really won't know what pro-reformist means exactly, so an explenation is probably needed nobles such as Lord Sébastian.
“Where is my father?” I asked my uncle desperately. “I want to see him...”
Lord Sébastian looked hesitant. “My Lady, I don’t think that would be-”
“I AM THE PRINCESS OF ASINYA, YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO SEE HIM!” I yelled, staring venomously into his eyes.
“Very well,” he nodded before stepping aside.
My hands trembled as I walked through the heavy wooden doors into my father’s bedchamber. A cold sensation gripped me as I stepped inside. The large circular room was dimly lit by candle-light and the air carried a sickly sweet smell that made my hair stand on end. Several few court-physicians were still glaring over my father’s body, whilst the Chapel Priests flicked rose water onto his body and muttered prayers of salvation from the Holy Scroll. Upon my arrival, they stood from their seats and bowed.
“Wh...what happened to him?” I asked them, my voice shaking. I had known that my father had been feeling poorly for a while now, but never had it ever been declared as life-threatening in any way.
The court-physicians swapped glances.
“I’m afraid, we cannot say,” replied one. “He-”
“Please give the Princess a moment alone with her father,” Uncle Maurice’s voice came suddenly from behind me.
The court-physicians and Priests obediently stepped out of the chamber, followed closely by Uncle Maurice who closed the doors behind them.
I turned away from the door and with the little courage that remained inside me I faced my father’s bed. Wrapped in green velvet, embroidered with golden needle work was my father’s body. He looked paler than ever before, his cheeks were hollowed and there were large dark circles around his eyes. It was clear that the years of leadership had taken a toll on his body. Now he could finally rest - now he could finally be with my mother.
Suddenly the realisation of my situation hit me like a dagger to my heart. As I looked down at my father’s lifeless body the dreadful truth swept over me. My every limb began to feel numb at the thought of what this death meant. At just seventeen years old, I would become an orphan, and as a woman I would be at the mercy and care of my father’s enemies.
I placed my head over my father’s chest and wept tears of such anguish I thought that my heart would bleed with pain. “Father...” I sobbed into his chest. “I beg you...please don’t leave me...”Okay, so I'm not sure what to think about this line here. It's very used, you know. Maybe you should add something, for example, 'I'm scared', or - if she doesn't want to say that out loud next to her uncle, she could think it. I think it makes it a bit more authentic... Totally up to you though
Suddenly the chamber doors burst open and Nan ran in towards me, her face tear-stained as she began to pull me away.
“Please, my Lady...” she sniffed, wiping away my tears with her hands and pulling me into an embrace and cradling me in her arms. “You must stop...”
“I'm all alone, Nan...” I wept. “I am all alone...”
“You are not alone, my Lady,” Nan said firmly, holding my face. “You have me...I promise I shall always be here for you...always...” She wiped away the remaining tears from my face before giving me a reassuring smile. “Come now, let us say goodbye to your father.”
I closed my eyes for several seconds in an attempt to muster up enough courage before kissing my father gently on his hand. As I did so, childhood memories suddenly swept through my mind like waves from an ocean. I suddenly remembered how every night after supper my father would dance with me in the ballroom whilst my mother played the piano. I suddenly remembered how my father would playfully chase me around the castle gardens along with Nan everyday when I refused to take my night bath. And my fondest memory of all, was when my father would lie in bed with me every night and tell me wonderful tales of brave and beautiful princesses whom he would name after my mother and me.
The memories were still fresh in my mind as though they had happened only yesterday, and I would treasure each of them as though they were precious pearls, for those brief but happy moments were the only thing I had left in this world that would bring me comfort in the long, lonely and uncertain future that lay ahead of me.
With one kiss to my father's cold forehead, I spoke to him for the last time, “Goodbye father."
“Princess,” said Lord Sébastian, also bowing, more solemnly