There is that defining moment in a romance novel where the hero and heroine finally make a connection. In my new release, Daughter of Night, I used a thunderstorm to help bring the hero and heroine together. Weather can be a useful writing tool and in this story, it was a way to force two people that didn’t really care for each other together in an unexpected situation that brought them closer. It’s those unexpected moments that are the most magical.
Here is a snippet from that pivotal scene from Daughter of Night, my new Historical fantasy romance from Mundania Press.
Their destiny began in ancient Anatolia.
Becuille is a daughter of Night and a servant to the Great Goddess, created to wield Her vengeance. Callileon is a prince of the Hatti, who may be the one she was sent to punish.
When love finds them, they are cursed by the gods and surrounded by tragedy, which even the Fates are powerless to change.
Excerpt, Rated PG:
Another terrace lay below the Upper Courtyard. Curious, she walked down, inhaling the scents of straw and animal smells associated with stables. A sudden forceful wind almost knocked her down and large raindrops fell from low-bellied black clouds gathered above the palace. A loud crack of thunder caused her to jump and lightning danced from the sky, dangerously close.
With nowhere else to run for cover, she ducked into one of the stables just before another dangerous bolt landed nearby with a loud crack. Turning, she was surprised to find Callileon kneeling in the straw, stroking the head of a panting horse. Becuille jumped back, startled to be so close to one of the frightening beasts.
“Inaras, I need your help. She is having trouble giving birth.” His voice rang of desperation and Becuille thought she saw tears shining in his eyes.
That he would shed tears for a beast touched her in a strange way. “I...I will go for help.”
His hand shot out, gripping her forearm in a strong hold. “No, there is no time. Please, Inaras...” His pleading gaze bore into her.
“I do not have magic with the beasts. I cannot help you.” She was in fact terrified of horses, remembering how the northern invaders had ridden down from the mountains on the backs of the snorting beasts, their hooves stamping, their large teeth gnashing. She still had nightmares about them trampling people to death underneath their dangerous hooves. But this beast did not look so threatening now, writhing in pain on the ground.
The animal's soft nose touched Becuille's hand, her soft brown eyes pleading for help. She experienced a pang of compassion for the suffering beast. Callileon’s distressed expression revealed how much he needed her. The prince would never beg her for help unless he had no choice. By helping him, she could gain his trust. “Tell me what to do.”
“I will need you to keep her calm while I help the foal out,” he said. “Stroke her head and talk softly to her.”
She gazed down at the horse and tentatively reached out, stroking the animal’s head. “Does she have a name?”
He caressed the horse’s head. “Blaze, for the splash of white on her head that looks like flames.”
“Blaze, you will be healed soon. Callileon here will help you,” she whispered, stroking the splash of white on her head. The horse let out a strangled neigh and attempted to move.
“You need to keep her calm,” Callileon said, giving her a hard look.
“I told you I have no talent for the beasts and the storm is frightening her.” Another loud clap of thunder shook the stable and a fierce wind wailed through the row of stables.
“Sing to her, Inaras.” Shouting over the noise of the storm, his voice strained with frustration.
She felt like a fool for not thinking of singing as a way to calm the beast. Singing a lullaby in the Cretan language, she gently stroked Blaze's head as she would a small babe in a cradle. The horse relaxed under the spell of her voice, neighing softly.
Kelley Heckart, Historical fantasy romance author
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