A 100 chapter of a 1,000 word story. Here’s part one.
As the lutestrings stilled, the love song faded. The minstrel set his instrument on the grass, and his eyes, still bright with music, flicked up to the girl that knelt before him.
“And now the song must end, for I need my arms for you,” he said in a voice of golden bells, and drew the girl to him.
He cradled her as he had his lute; with sensual care, and pressed his mouth to hers. His slim fingers ran over her body, plucking chords that set her trembling.
As the lute sat by in silence, the love song swelled.