GENRE: Middle Grade Fantasy
As she leaned precariously over a parapet on top of the castle’s west tower, her Royal Highness Princess Seraphina Violet Augusta, fifteen years of age and known as Violet, was thinking about words she liked—peregrine, ripple, moonbeam, savory—how they rolled smoothly around her mouth, while other words, like duty, needlepoint, stringent and quadrille, were sharp and hard, like stones hitting a wall. During her history lesson, she had been trying to compose a poem to help her remember Lavonia’s royal lineage, but it was impossible to rhyme Adelfred—another sharp and stony word--with anything.
Making a spyglass of her hands, Violet surveyed the road. The wind snatched strands of hair from her braid. The north tower bell began to ring. Violet ignored it. St. Dumplegarter’s Traveling Players were due to arrive and she wanted to be first to see them.
If her older sister Lily had been with her, they would be competing to see who could spot the players first. Of course, Lily, whose eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, would win, as she almost always did. Rose, the youngest, would never willingly climb to the top of a tower as it involved both exercise and heights.
The castle was currently in a state of uproar due to Lily’s impending coming of age ball. Violet had high hopes for the traveling players, especially since the ball was sure to consist of lengthy reception lines, dull foreign nobles and shoes that rubbed blisters on her toes.