Chain mail and swards--Al Forbes--July 31, 2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written forย Sunday Photo Fiction–July 31st, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


He was tall and dark, and his long, curly black hair fell about his broad shoulders. His armor was polished, and he wore chain mail underneath for added protection.

He rode a white stallion which also wore armor. The royal crest emblazoned his shield attached to the saddle. A magnificent broadsword hung from his belt.

Following him were his page, squire, and attendant knights. Behind them came the caravan with the supplies. They were riding to claim his promised bride, the exquisite Gerta, eldest daughter of the king of the neighboring kingdom.

Gerta was deeply unhappy. She dearly loved her father’s advisor, Sir Rolph Markstadt. He was neither handsome nor grand, nor had a beautiful stallion, nor rode to claim her hand. He did, however, have a quick wit and a quicker intelligence.

She was also a good, dutiful daughter so would take her place beside the prince as they marched down the aisle on their wedding day and say, “I will.”

She would then help him as he ruled his kingdom, giving him ten healthy children to carry on his line and connect his kingdom with other kingdoms. She would never complain. It was Twelfth-Century Bavaria.




Written Act of Kindness Award



21 thoughts on “THE DUTIFUL PRINCESS

    • Thanks, Diana. I’m so glad you liked the story and I succeeded in making it sound real. A large part of it was real in that these things happened in those years. The king’s children had little say in who they married or whether they entered religious life or not. Kings used their children to cement relations between kingdoms and with the Church, and gain power. I chose Bavaria because from what I remember reading, there were so many small kingdoms in what is now Germany. ๐Ÿ™‚ — Suzanne

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  1. Lol. Funny but depressing line at the end, being a woman and sympathizing with this poor princess. But you are right, she had no rights. She was only as good as her husband, and only another useful thing he owned (or so men thought in that time period) . That she survived 10 births is amazing! That she didn’t kill her husband in his sleep another thing which made her strong, because he probably was an idiot, maybe only good for leading men into battle if that. Plus, complaining, probably got you beaten badly. A realistic story told in the manner of a creative story-teller. Great job!

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    • Thanks, Mandibelle. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I enjoyed writing it, although I feel sorry for what women went through in those days. In a very real way, they were the property of men–first their fathers, then their husbands. At least a princess or queen wouldn’t have to till fields and clean besides producing children. It was a difficult time all round and certainly not “the good old days”. No wonder life spans were shorter. —- Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Ali. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. I’m afraid Sir Rolph was not a fool. After she was married to the prince–and even before–he wouldn’t have touched her with the proverbial “ten-foot pole”. He would have faced a terrible death at the hands of the king’s henchmen. You didn’t go against a king’s wishes. O_o — Suzanne


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