The Lord’s Game
By Tessa Lapointe
The drums sounded to the beat of Nicholas’s footsteps. He
had dressed in his finest clothes for the occasion: a deep blue velvet coat
over a snow white shirt, and black breeches made from deer skin. His boots shone
in the harsh sunlight, though they were splattered with mud from the road he
had marched along. Before leaving, Nicholas had made sure his hair was
perfectly combed and his face clean shaven. He was determined to look his best,
even now.
Nicholas
bowed his head respectfully to the women in the crowd as he passed them,
flashing a smile practiced many times in the mirror. It had always been a
façade, but now the mask of confidence was even more important to keep up. No
one could know just how scared he really was.