It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your tbr. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.
This weekend I decided to share a snippet from The Prince's Consort with you. Prince Philip's uncle has been pressuring him to marry and produce an heir, but Philip is the happiest and least alone he's ever been with Amory. Here's a snippet of conversation between them about it. (And yes, it's a bit too long! Sorry! I'll do better next time.)
This weekend I decided to share a snippet from The Prince's Consort with you. Prince Philip's uncle has been pressuring him to marry and produce an heir, but Philip is the happiest and least alone he's ever been with Amory. Here's a snippet of conversation between them about it. (And yes, it's a bit too long! Sorry! I'll do better next time.)
“What is it? Can I help?”
Philip shook his head and slumped back into the soft cushions. “They’re pressuring me about finding a wife and producing heirs.”
Amory had no idea what to say. It was what he feared. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get married.”
“Oh.” A strange, yawning emptiness opened up inside him as he waited for Philip to tell him his fate.
Philip straightened in his seat and turned Amory to face him. He twined his fingers with Amory’s. “Marry me.”
He was so lost in his own sickening worries that it took him a moment to realize what Philip said, and then he couldn’t believe he’d heard Philip correctly. “What?”
“Marry me, Amory,” Philip repeated. He squeezed Amory’s hands tighter. “Marry me. I want you to be my husband. I want to be yours.”
Philip’s words, so genuine, so filled with heartfelt emotion, melted Amory, and for a moment, he reveled in warmth and joy. But still. “I can’t. We can’t.”
Philip shook his head and slumped back into the soft cushions. “They’re pressuring me about finding a wife and producing heirs.”
Amory had no idea what to say. It was what he feared. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get married.”
“Oh.” A strange, yawning emptiness opened up inside him as he waited for Philip to tell him his fate.
Philip straightened in his seat and turned Amory to face him. He twined his fingers with Amory’s. “Marry me.”
He was so lost in his own sickening worries that it took him a moment to realize what Philip said, and then he couldn’t believe he’d heard Philip correctly. “What?”
“Marry me, Amory,” Philip repeated. He squeezed Amory’s hands tighter. “Marry me. I want you to be my husband. I want to be yours.”
Philip’s words, so genuine, so filled with heartfelt emotion, melted Amory, and for a moment, he reveled in warmth and joy. But still. “I can’t. We can’t.”
If you'd like to know more about The Prince's Consort, you can find it here. Thanks for stopping by and reading!
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