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Today’s excerpt is from page 18 of Rebellion Rising. Please ignore the copious adverbs, it needs editing. When Tasyn first agreed to help Tekmal he made Tekmal promise that he would not push Tasyn into kingship until he was ready, that there would be no rabble rousing. Tekmal goes back on the promise when, after three months, he is frustrated that Tasyn still lives the life of a recluse. This is the aftermath.
‘What the hell was that!’ Tasyn spat.
Tekmal’s visage darkened, his usually even keeled temperament out of balance, ‘What do you mean? Exactly.’
‘I mean this!’ Tasyn snarled, throwing a practiced fist at Tekmal’s face. With a flinch-inducing snap, Tekmal’s head was thrown backwards as he fell bodily to the hard ground. Hanna’s intake of breath was audible as she rushed to her lover’s side.
‘You said there would be no rabble-rousing! We had a deal!’
Heavily, Tekmal pushed himself up by his arms, ‘We did,’ Tekmal agreed, his anger burning in his black eyes just as fiercely as Tasyn’s, ‘We had a deal. And you promised that you would act in a matter befitting your station.’ He stood, ‘And yet you spurn a lady of blood in favour of a village girl, insult a man who has lost everything to the Haeleans and shun all company except for the same village girl! Is that befitting your station?’
As Tekmal spoke, Tasyn could feel his rage cooling into a sharp blade of emotion, ‘First of all, if Aemi is a lady of anything it is of the night, no matter her blood.’ He ignored Hanna’s shocked gasp and the narrowing of Tekmal’s eyes, ‘Secondly, why should Rea’s background affect my actions?’
‘Tasyn, don’t.’ Rea interjected pleadingly.
He ignored her, ‘Surely, if I am to be king, I will be king of villagers? Or is that for some other king?’
‘It is lords and ladies, people of note, who make kings. It does not do to insult them.’
‘Lords do not make kings, people do. Common people. Or have you forgotten how my throne was lost in the first place? It was not at the hands of a few lords, it was the work of villagers.’