Monday, October 28, 2013

Trick or Treat K13- ROYAL TRIAL

Title: Royal Trial
Category: YA 
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Word Count: 85,500

Pitch:
Within two days of returning from a five-year banishment, 19-year-old Lena has committed treason, created a national crisis, and rejected the king’s marriage proposal. Meanwhile, the king's scheming council plots to remove her from the equation and, if he won't let her go, the king from the throne. Obsession reigns in ROYAL TRIAL, combining dangerous romance with the madness of Henry VIII's England, the opulence of Louis XVI's Versailles, and the intrigue of Cesare Borgia's Italy.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? I relate most be Anakin Skywalker (pre-Darth Vader) because I am obsessed with controlling my circumstances, but I am insanely loyal, particularly to the man I love; if anyone tries to hurt him (except me, of course) or come between us, they should be prepared to face my sword. I can be irrational and unpredictable, but I really care deeply for people and hide hurt with ferocity and aggression. 

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? Royal Trial is unique because it starts out like a sweet little love story but morphs into a perilous journey showing the dangers of holding onto both obsession and resentment too long and letting them twist you into someone you never thought you'd become. It also shows how quickly things can get out of control in both love and war, particularly when you're out of your league and playing against noble families who are willing to kill for power.

First 250 Words: 
The market had always been loud. Now it was deafening.
Lady Lena Zan Aurin skidded to a stop, paralyzed by the cacophony. Although she vaguely acknowledged the flashy new shops, she struggled to reconcile the market she remembered with the tumult around her. Her thoughts were as frenzied as the shoppers that scurried from stall to stall.
            Taking a deep breath, the slender nineteen-year-old clenched her fists and drifted through the bustling multitude with an uneasy familiarity. Her dark traveling attire, bulging knapsack, and five-foot frame let Lena blend in with the unusually large crowd. Andon must have—
            No. She wouldn’t even think that name. Not yet.
            Lena tried to distract herself with the vendors' wares, but to no avail. The scene was much too odd for her to feel entirely at home.
            Home. That made sense. Lor and Alessa would hide her until she’d exacted her revenge. But everything else had changed. They were probably gone, too.
No, she couldn’t think like that. They would never abandon her.
            Lena strode in the direction of the Zan Aurin manor, as eager to reach her old home as the insatiable crowds were to buy the merchants’ wares.
            “Delicacies and pastries sold here!” The smell of caramelized sugar and yeasty dough wafted by.     
            “Fresh fish, caught in Da’an Sea!” Pungent brine and oil assaulted her, salty but familiar.
            “Fine cloaks and gowns of all fabrics! Furs from the north!”
“A necklace for you, Your Ladyship?” The appeal rang out close by. As the blood drained from Lena’s face, one of her hands instinctively flew to her neck where a delicate silver necklace hung beneath her tunic and the other grasped her short sword.

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