I have joined Friday Flash and will be posting an original piece of flash fiction on Fridays. This Friday is a supper short 250 words. Hope you like it.
The guards drug her in roughly. The hall was adorned with all the
finery that was reserved for grandstanding to the populace. As they
halted Dame Isobel was able to look into the face of her accusers. The
Empress was hungry for blood, her consort wore a politely indifferent
expression. Which was no consolation from one she once held dear.
watched as Dame Jericho majestically rose to point a finger at her. She
struggled, but was still restrained in a half bow. "None amongst the
assembled nobility will up hold you. What defenses have you?" She waved
her hands at the guards who released Isobel and allowed her to stand to
her full height.
Dame Isobel narrowed her eyes and spoke directly
to Jericho, defying the custom of speaking to the assemblage when
pleading for clemency. "You, are a master debater! A most cunning
linguist.Yet, you seem to be a parasite on this great empire. Much like
the residue on the bottom of the mead barrel you must be cast off and
disposed of. I will never rest until the empire is free of your reign."
assemblage gasped at the audacity of not only the statement, but the
murderous glare Isobel hurled at the Empress. An act of such impudence
that, on it's own, could end your life. Instead of anger a greedy smile
spread across Jericho's face. With a laugh and a small gesture of her
hand, the conversation and thus the debate was now over as Isobel lay