She’s the One Who Can’t Keep Quiet
(Book Five of the War Stories of the Seven Troublesome Sisters)
by S. R. Cronin
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Do you know what your problem is?
Celestine, the fifth of seven sisters, is tired of hearing about hers. Father thinks she’s frivolous because she likes pretty clothes and caters to the crowds in the taverns who adore her music. Mother thinks that because she’s the most social daughter in the family, she can’t keep quiet about anything.
They’re both wrong. Celestine hides a secret she has kept for most of her life.
As the family beauty and a talented musician with a lyrical voice, she has the best prospects for marriage to a prince. When such a liaison never happens, people assume Celestine is too choosy. But even in somewhat tolerant Ilari, a daughter hates to disappoint her family. How can she tell them she’s in love with a princess instead?
Lucky for Celestine, all her sisters are obsessed with an invading army headed to their realm. Celestine would rather ignore the threat and enjoy the freedom their lack of attention gives her. But, her voice can unlock a power that may help save Ilari. And the woman she loves is determined to fight these invaders. And her family, for all their talents, seems clueless about how to motivate the masses.
Celestine knows she can inspire the citizens of Ilari to do what needs to be done. Is it time to put her inhibitions aside and use her voice to save those she cares about?
She and I saw each other in the street. It was in more of a cobblestone alleyway, really, and it happened as I brought my horse in to be stabled. Firuza had come outside to see if I’d arrived.
She hesitated when she saw me, glancing at people who trailed behind me, leading their horses.
I didn’t care. Best they knew what I was and best they saw the reason why and how much she meant to me. So I ran into Firuza’s arms and held her, shaking with relief and delight that we were once again together.
It was she who began to kiss me, I’m sure it was, because Mirva walked behind me, her shoes clanking on the stones, and I could hear Mirva’s footsteps stop as Firuza’s lips touched mine.
Feene preferred soft slippers when he rode, so I have no idea what he did.
Zamarran’s gait was unmistakable, and he strode right up to us and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Come on now, they have rooms inside for that,” he said. When I broke free from the kiss and looked at him, he grinned.
“Don’t keep us waiting, Celestine. Introduce the person who inspired those longing ballads you’ve been writing for the last half year.”
He turned to Firuza before I could speak. “You’ve done wonders for her music.”
She gave a flustered laugh. Zamarran could come on a little strong.
“Inside, over some ale,” I insisted. I looked behind Zamarran. Mirva and Feene were holding hands and looking at us, not the least upset.
“Drinks it is,” Zamarran agreed.
“It’s just different here,” Firuza said as we waited for our ale. “I love Pilk and the school and the students but everyone there is so conscious of what others think. So careful. Here, I feel like I can be whoever I am. No one cares.” She turned to me. “I’d like to spend more time here with you.”
“Better talk to her manager about that,” Zamarran suggested.
“Oh?” Firuza arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t know it was possible to manage her.”
He laughed. “Only barely. But she allows me to make the bookings for us, and, well, I just want to make sure you understand, I can be bribed.”
“Okay, gentle giant,” she said. “What’s your preferred currency when asked to ensure that the Good Fortunes perform in K’ba at least once every eighth?”
“I’d say getting treated to dinner with you two lovely ladies and getting my fill of a fine dinner wine with it. All the better if the other two band members get fed as well,” He gestured at Mirva and Feene. “They’re both too skinny to be musicians.”
Their laughter blended into the conversations around us, and the clatter of plates and mugs, and the smell of roasted meats coming from the doorway that opened out to the fire pits.
For one wonderful interlude, I didn’t care who said what. I sat there, holding a mug of ale in my two hands, feeling safe, loved, and fully accepted, perhaps for the first time in my life.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Sherrie Cronin writes stories about people achieving the astonishing by developing abilities they barely knew they had. She’s made a lot of stops along the way to telling these tells — living in seven cities, visiting forty-six countries, and working as a waitress, technical writer, and geophysicist. She’s lost too many beloved cats to mention, but has acquired a husband and three children who are all doing fine, despite how odd she is.
Today she lives in the mountains of Western North Carolina where she writes, answers a hotline, and occasionally checks her phone for a message from Captain Picard. She still hopes to get the chance to pursue her remaining dream in life and become Chief Science Officer on the Starship Enterprise.
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