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Really, really enjoyed that, especially the part I quoted. Quite eerily, I have a similar character in my WIP: he's also a king, and also wrongfully accused of killing his wife. He's one of my favourite characters. I really enjoy writing him.
(In this passage, he is about to kill the mother of a girl who he thinks stole his wife's necklace. She tries to appeal to him as a parent, but he's kind of touchy about these things. Translated from French, so I hope it doesn't sound too clunky.)
"Were you not a father, too?"
Silence fell across the plain. Amsukhar staggered backwards. The dagger slipped out of his fingers, falling on the altar with a thud.
And he remembered. The child had been so small in his arms, so frail, like a new bud. They had stared at each other, the man and the newborn, and Amsukhar had felt something shudder inside him. Everything he had ever wanted to give Elethis, everything he had tried to give her was here, in this tiny creature with watery eyes and a sniffling breath. Everything he had wanted to give - that another man had given instead.
Amsukhar leaned against the altar, unable to contain the memories now. The baby's body, like all those at the palace during the fire, had never been found; but Amsukhar knew that somewhere in the rubble, its ashes mingled with Elethis's. Knew that, had it not been for her child, she would not have run into the blaze. Knew that without him, she would not be dead.
Amsukhar's fingers clasped the dagger.
"Never," he choked.
He flicked his wrist, the woman cried out, and the ground was spattered with blood.
If it's this good in translation, it must be amazing in the original.
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