and because it is precisely not what i should be working on, i wrote 1000 words on the novel-version of Happily (n)Ever After.
Here’s a bit:
Markús curled a hand around the back of a chair, pulling one of the blooded cloths free. “You have worked both sides for too long, Diego. Either you are of us, or you are a pawn of the Edicts.” He took a deep breath. “Do they know of Niall?”
Niall. Not the Earl. “You know they must not.” Because Niall was young, and a son of a tailor, and there were rules around those that worked for the Edicts, and by being with Niall he was breaking one rule, but with Markús, he broke at least three more.
“Is honesty not the best policy?”
“Don’t threaten me, Markús, it would not go well.” For Markús had his own secrets, but Diego had known them for too long, and was now complicit in all of the lies they told, and so the strings that held them together could not be so easily unraveled, not without them all coming apart.
Markús placed the towel back over the chair’s edge. “I would never, my darling Diego.”
But both of them knew he just had.