She was definitely not impressed by this show of royalty, yet she was obliged to honour the tradition. With her butler in the usual place behind her and the coachman clucking at the horses, the heir to the royal throne began her procession.
But the entire affair was met with solemn silence; the ceremony was merely a distraction from the recent catastrophic event which claimed an alarming number of death, both in armed forces and commoners alike. Instead of distracting everyone within the walled city, the naming of the heir only served to highlight the royal family’s desperation to keep up with the normalcy of their lives.
With every clip-clop of the horses’ hooves, everyone wondered how long their lives could continue.
After all, winter was coming and the rotting cloves of garlic could not keep the vampires out of their walls forever.
Yet another vampiric tale. I seem to have an obscene fascination with these reanimated bloodsuckers…
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Prompt: Kreative Kue 229