The Beginning of the Journey South

I have started my character, Nymeria, journey South.

It has already started with several bad things happening. Not only is Micheal, Nymeria's husband injured, but Nymeria had to kill Micheal's horse, Mayhem. 

It was kind of hard to start this, but the slow starting journey of Daenerys' journey, in Game of Thrones is what I'm using for my inspiration, but I really don't want to kill Micheal to make Nymeria more cold.

But, let's see how this plays out. I tend to just let my characters move on their own. 

Excerpt:

         “Get up, Princess,” she pulled back the blanket, to reveal that I was completely bare. Her cheeks heated up, but then she turned away.

         “Where’s Micheal?” I mumbled, not feeling my husband next to me. Normally Anna didn't come in here when Micheal was in here, anyway.

         

         “Demanding that you get ready and come to him, immediately. I’ve already gotten scolded for not getting you out of bed,” Anna grumbled, but then finally pulled me, by herself, out of the bed with a soft grunt.

         “Fine. Fine…” I murmured, grabbing my clothes from the girl. It was a simple black undershirt and pants, with a fur-lined vest and a pair of thick, riding pants, which I slipped all on, then my boots. Greys and Blacks were so bland, so I added a red ribbon, that I tied my thick, curly locks back.

         “Come, Anna,” I mumbled, strolling along towards the door and made my way to the dinning hall, where everyone was eating. Micheal was staring straight at the doorway, like he was waiting for me. I swallowed hard before shaking my head. I don’t need to be scared of Micheal. A wolf is not scared of anything, I thought to myself as I approached the table.

         Micheal stood up, pulling out my chair and when I sat, he pushed my chair back towards the table like any, polite Gentleman.

         “Are you mad, Micheal?” My voice was quiet, but everyone could hear me, in the echoing chamber.

         “What gives you the idea?” Micheal looked up as he pushed a piece of meat, into his large mouth.

         “Well…” I started then looked up at Anna, who was shaking her head viciously and I sighed. “It’s nothing. It’ll be fine,” I muttered and begin nibbling at my food.

         Anna really did not want a fight to erupt since I didn’t like the fact that Micheal laid his hands on her, in a rough and aggressive way. Anna was a lady, not a slave.

The Deceitful Nymeria

Basically, what has been happening is there was a large(3 months or so) time skip from the day that Nymeria got tortured to what is happening now. 

I want to have Nymeria basically deceiving her husband, Micheal, to see her brother, because she know he's going to die since no one likes her brother ever since he sold his sister off to the Northern King.

My inspiration is the music playlist that I made for writing this book, which contains a few songs my Jaymes Young, which has been always a great inspiration.

Excerpt;

“How’s Micheal?” Magenta questioned, not seeing him around.

“He’s in the chamber of conference, talking to his war generals about his plans with the South,” I sounded a bit upset about it, but Magenta ignored the signs of how nervous I was about it and put up the bows and arrows that we were practicing with.

“Next, I should teach you how to shot on a moving horse,” Magenta chuckled and looked around. “People will fear you, if you can master that,” she purred in my ear.

“Later, Magenta,” I looked up at her, but that wasn’t enough to make her go away. I really did not want to see her, or any of the Kale family, even Micheal, but Magenta was not getting the idea to go away.

“But, come on, Nymeria,” she grinned, pulling on my arm, but I jerked away shaking, shaking my head.

“No,” I sighed, stepping backwards, just in case she tried reaching for my arm again. “I’m tired anyway,” that was a lie, but I didn’t care. I just turned away and walked back up to the castle, where Kaylyn, the mother, grabbed my attention, bringing me straight to the Chamber of Conference. The place that I had been avoiding all day. I rolled my eyes.



“Ah, here is my lovely wife. Say hello to Nymeria, everyone,” Micheal spoke loudly before turning towards me.

I wanted to hide within my fur-lined cloak, but that was no possible. I just walked over to Micheal, giving an awkward wave to everyone that was sitting around the table.

“Come, my darling. We are talking about how we are going to scale the wall and take the South,” he chuckled.

I took a seat next to him, on his right, with a quiet sigh. I really did not want to be here, but at this point, I had no choice. I needed to get used to this anyway.



“So, where were we? Oh! Getting past the great wall that divides this country,” Micheal mumbled on, thinking to him before I decided to perk up.

“Micheal, you know that wall is nearly impossible to get through, without signature of the King of that side. Remember, Jamie couldn’t get through with a written document of your knowledge that we were coming through?” I knew a few things about war and strategy.

“That is true. What about you? You’re a true Southern, you can get us through, right? Micheal asked.

“I guess, I could, but I don’t know if that’ll work since I no longer wear their symbol. I wear a Wolf, not a Bear,” I looked up at him, shrugging a bit.

“It’ll probably work, but if not, prepare for a fight,” Micheal added at the end.

Someone entered the room, coming directly to me, but Micheal did not seem to like that. He ripped the piece of parchment out of the messenger’s hand and growled.

“What is it, Micheal?” I asked, curiously before the paper was shoved at me.

“This concerns your brother,” he rolled his eyes.

I looked over it, carefully reading over every word before I stood up. I might have hated my brother, but this letter told me stories of how the city of Ocean Villa has turned against him and he may be soon assassinated and he needed his sister.

“Where are you going?” Micheal grabbed my arm and we stared into one another’s eyes.

“My brother needs my help,” I knew Micheal wouldn’t let me go.

He forced me back into my seat, shaking his head and muttering something underneath his breath.

My brother could hold out for a while till I can get a chance to slip away. I, of course, am not leaving without Micheal knowing. I’ll probably be going to war with him, fighting along side my wolfish husband.

“Thank the holy gods that Magenta has been teaching you to fight,” Micheal muttered before moving a few of the wolf pieces towards the wall, the biggest piece being Micheal and his army, but the other armies, from the North, were behind him. Micheal always fought on the front line.

“I believe, if I do ride with my husband, we would be able to get through. My brother is expecting me,” I looked up at Micheal, holding the paper up to him. It was a deceitful way to help my husband, just to see my brother, but it would have to work for now, till I can feel comfortable to tell him.

Setting

Is it bad when I don't focus on the setting?

I mean, I focus more around my characters, than anything.

I always fall head over heels for my characters, like my character Nymeria and her brother, King James. It's a struggle, for real.

But, if I had to describe my settings, it would be a lot like the layout of the UK, with the North being Scotland and Ireland being the "Land over the Ocean", which is where the Field People live, then the country would be divided in half with a lake and a wall, and beyond the wall, would be the South and both the North and the South have nothing in common.
It never snows, in the South. It's always 72 degrees, or above and the North, it rarely stops snowing and its always 32 degrees or below, mainly in the negatives. 

Nothing too fancy, since I focus more on my characters.

New Book Idea

Since Sarah is working with me, I have started something completely new and improved. 

It's sort of based around Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings. I am super excited about it, in all honesty. 

It's centered around a girl named Nymeria. 

She was sold off, by her brother, King James, to the King of the North as if she was a Peace Treaty between the North and the South. 

She fits in, in the North perfectly, unlike she did, in the South. 

I am having a lot easier time with this, since I don't have to follow many guidelines like I had to with my other stories. 

I don't have to be historically correct, or anything along those lines. 

Basically, my inspiration is Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings. 

I listen to a lot of instrumental music, which helps when I am in the groove of something. 

Sarah is the biggest help of all and I really appreciate all of her help. 

Excerpt;

          “My precious sister, you fit in perfectly,” he purred softly, walking over to me, stroking my hair, but the prince pulled me away, glaring at James. 
“Don’t touch her,” he murmured, “she isn’t precious to you, if you’re just giving her up.” He was going to take good care of me, since my brother didn’t much care for me.
“Oh, Northern Prince, you have no idea how much I love my sister. She is what is going to bring this country peace,” he spoke in a very low voice, as if he was trying to be intimidating, but nothing was working. 
“King James, I think you may need to leave,” the Northern King had stepped forward. He was the one, who had protected me from Fear, outside of the castle. His name was Robert. He had a husky voice and looked out for his people and his people only. 
My brother looked offended, but I just turned away. I felt like I was betraying my people, of the South, but they betrayed me. I was doing no wrong here. 
He was there, for a brief moment then Fear approached from behind and the guards around the room raised their hands, to their swords. Fear wasn’t supposed to be there. He was disobeying the King’s orders of not entering the castle. 
I stepped backwards, glaring at the large man, who was getting his King and directing him to leave. Fear and I made eye contact just before he left. The large man muttered something and it hit my ear just so that I knew he said something, but I could not make it out.
He was the sneaky bastard son of my father and needed to fall off the face of the earth and never bother me again. I would make sure of that, one day. He would fear me.