The thread snapped again in Sechra’s fingers. She glanced at her aunt Rena, hoping she hadn’t noticed anything.
“If you can’t keep your mind on the work, girl, let it alone.” Rena said wearily.
“I’m sorry! I tried...”
“What were you thinking of?” Sechra paused, struggled for an answer, shook her head.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“That’s what your mother always said.” Sechra heard the exasperation in Rena’s voice, and the worry, and the old hurt that lay under it. She understood, but she didn’t know anything to say that would help. She couldn’t bear to sit there under her aunt’s pained gaze and say nothing. She rose and went outside. At least no one was there today to cluck over the trouble the outlander’s orphan made for the aunt who’d been kind enough to take her in. She went quickly through the back garden, now turned and manured for winter—at least she had done that well--through the goat-yard and up into the hills.
As she left the village behind the weight of their eyes and their worries lifted from her. She was lonely, but that was all right. The Queen in the stories she told herself was lonely too, for her countrymen were awed by her beauty and afraid of the secret power in her eyes and hands. Sechra lifted her head, lengthened her stride, feeling that cool strength washing through her...
..caught her ankle on a trailing bramble and fell heavily, face first. Some queen.
In fact, not just some queen: When user RenaB uploaded the video to YouTube and it went viral, Sechra became Faceplant Queen, second in views only to Star Wars Kid, darling of the late night talk shows and almost as screwed up as her mother (the late Dung Debutante).
Opening: Joanna.....Continuation: anon.