Bettie Sharpe Presents Ember, Pt X

3 Jan

Time to mourn, babies. Here’s the last entry to Ember. If you haven’t already, please read: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine.

But first, a blurb:

Everyone loves Prince Charming. They have to—he’s cursed. Every man must respect him. Every woman must desire him. One look, and all is lost.

Ember would rather carve out a piece of her soul than be enslaved by passions not her own. She turns to the dark arts to save her heart and becomes the one woman in the kingdom able to resist the Prince’s Charm.

Poor girl. If Ember had spent less time studying magic and more time studying human nature, she might have guessed that a man who gets everything and everyone he wants will come to want the one woman he cannot have.

Charm is a curse. Love is a fire. This story is no fairytale.

And now, the continuation of Ember

10. The Ever-After

The Prince married his Cinder Girl in a grand ceremony at the royal cathedral. Cheering crowds lined the streets, for all the people of Tierra del Maré loved their Prince. And if they loved him a little less than they once had, they hardly noticed it.

They scrambled to pick up the coins he threw as he and his bride rode through the streets. They shouted his name. They shouted compliments to the lovely, sweet girl he had married. They told each other that their charming Prince was truly a good man to have married a commoner for love rather than a princess or noblewoman for wealth.

I doubt they’d have been so kind, if they’d known their Prince had married a witch.

My sisters were not so easily appeased as the general populace. Their missing toes had given them both a grudge against Rian, and the ability to resist his Charm. He had to grovel to gain their forgiveness. They’d been quite attached to their little toes.

Though they have never come to like Rian, my sisters eventually saw how much he loved me and forgave him. I believe it helped his cause when he convinced his father to create my sisters duchesses. Everyone knows duchesses are far more forgiving than whores.

Lady Minette and Lady Dulcie stayed at Maison d’Aube. They turned the grand old house into a salon for exiled d’Orans. Minette spent some of her new fortune on lessons in reading. And once she got the hang of it, she spent more of her fortune on books. She has turned the parlor into a library. Her collection of books rivals the royal library.

Dulcie became a patron of the arts. She takes all manner of artists under her wing. As a result, some of the finest art in all the land—statues, paintings, ballads and poems—depicts the beauty and generosity of the Lady Dulcibella.

The statue of the Lady of Sorrows outside the cemetery bears her face, as does Mirelli’s famous fresco of the Lady of the Sea in the grand hall of the Merchants’ Guild. Next time you go to Commerce Square, observe the statue of the Goddess of Spring. If you manage to drag your gaze from her lovely attributes and examine her bare feet, you will note the right one lacks its smallest toe.

The salon at Maison d’Aube is now a renowned gathering place for intellectuals, artists and luminaries. They hold forth on all manner of philosophy and create clever stories to amuse each other. One such story was Minette’s satiric Cendrillon.

To be truthful, I do not know how it got beyond the doors of Maison d’Aube and began to circulate the land. Dulcie and I laughed and giggled at the tale Minette spun from threads of the neighbor’s gossip and speculation. It was a silly tale of a dull-witted but pretty cinder girl and her terrible stepsisters and a Prince who loved the cinder girl for her dainty feet. It was a jest, you see?

I’ve ordered the bards to stop telling the tale, but they think I am merely humble and tell it anyway. Next time the moon is full, I will craft a spell to strike any bard who sings the tale mute. You think me cruel, but I do not like to hear my sisters slandered so.

You seem surprised I still practice my craft. I do not understand why. I have told you time and again that I am a witch. Did you think I would give up witchery when I became a wife? Despite all I’ve told you, you do not know me.

Less than a year after the wedding, my first and favorite victim, Lord Campos, grew weary of his tribulations and hanged himself. I did not mourn him, but I do miss all the fun I had with the little hex doll I made in his image.

His lands, which abut the Dark Forest, reverted to the crown. When the old king died and Rian became King, he awarded Lord Campos’ lands to Sylvie and Raoul. My sister and her husband now happily play lady and lord of the manor while they raise a veritable litter of sharp-toothed children.

I did not fare so well in childbirth as Sylvie. I lost two babes as stillbirths before delivering a sickly girl with a twisted foot. We named her Nieves and we love her completely. Shortly after her birth, some lords and councilors complained of her imperfections—her gender, her pale coloring, her twisted foot, her frail health—and urged me to risk my life and my heart again to give their King a son.

I cursed them all with impotence. Their complaints ceased, though now they look at me in fear.

Within five years of her birth, Nieves put all complaints to rest. Her foot remains twisted, but she outgrew her sickliness and grew into her pale skin and over-sized eyes. Her hair, like Rian’s, is black as a raven’s wing. Her skin—like mine, beneath my freckles—is pale as snow. She is beautiful, and the people love her for it.

The people do not know Nieves is also clever, adept at magic, and just the slightest bit wicked. She has her father’s gentle nature, and my taste for vengeance. She will make a great queen when we are gone, I am sure of it.

As king, Rian cares little for the business of ruling. He would much rather spend his time with our daughter and me, or with his horses and hounds. I take care of the tasks that go with running the kingdom. As I did at Maison d’Aube, I make the rules, keep the books, and keep the peace. I encourage trade and punish our enemies.

Running a whorehouse was surprisingly good training for running a government. The land has prospered under my guidance. The merchants are wealthy, the peasants are fat, and the streets are filled with art and commerce.

I am a good queen but despite all I’ve done, some enemies whisper I am wicked. They whisper I’ve a magic mirror that allows me to spy on any who oppose me. Poor dears, they cover their mirrors when they talk treason, but they never spare a glance askance for their hearth fires or their candle flames.

I do not deny I’ve a collection of hex dolls, and a collection of pins to go with it. But it does not make me wicked. I see no wickedness in protecting my husband, my family, and my people. After all, minor sins may serve a greater good.

And there you have the whole of it, the truth behind the tale of the Cinder Girl and the Charming Prince. All ended happily, but you do not seem happy to have heard it. Why not? Oh, I understand. You wanted to see heroes rewarded and villains punished. You wanted the Prince to be noble and his princess to be kind.

Poor dear. I warned you this story was no fairytale.

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I’d like to thank Bettie Sharpe for hanging out with us these past ten weeks (!) and sharing with us this wonderful tale. This girl is gonna go places, mark my words. Her novella Like a Thief in the Night will be released in January by the awesome Samhain Publishing as a part of their Strangers in the Night anthology. YOU WILL BUY IT. If you don’t, I will slaughter a baby duck. And I will post pictures. Just kidding. What kind of sicko do you take me for?

Oh, and seriously? DO NOT post any part of this story on your site without attribution to Bettie or a holla-back at her site. If you do, I will not hesitate to sic Jane from Dear Author on your thieving asses. Copyright © Bettie Sharpe 2007 and seventy years after her death, bitches!

Note: Hey, other writer-types, do you want to contribute to The Serial? If so, email me and I’ll hook you up, yo. Peace!

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19 Responses to “Bettie Sharpe Presents Ember, Pt X”

  1. heather (errantdreams) January 3, 2008 at 11:11 am #

    I’ve been refreshing the blog off and on all day waiting for this, and you certainly didn’t disappoint, Bettie! I’ll have to go back and re-read the whole thing in one go so I can properly review it sometime in the next week or two. :)

    Once again… just… wow.

  2. Elaine January 3, 2008 at 12:01 pm #

    Thanks, Bettie, for the novel, and thanks BAM, for making it available on your website. Loved it!

  3. Jen January 3, 2008 at 2:04 pm #

    Wow! I’ve been following since the beginning and now that it’s over, just… wow. Dare I hope there’s a sequel in the works? Anyway, thank you so much for sharing this story- I promise I’ll be first in line to buy your book at Samhain!

  4. miss_nesa January 3, 2008 at 4:00 pm #

    perfect! perfect! perfect!

    I WILL be buying her novella- i am a devoted fan girl now!!

    =)

    thank you, miss bettie!

  5. Mandy January 3, 2008 at 6:33 pm #

    hi al
    Went out to Samhain Publishing, they won’t be releasing B Sharpe’s book until 01/15/08, here is the link to it:
    http://samhainpublishing.com/c.....-the-night

  6. Bev(QB) January 3, 2008 at 8:03 pm #

    Thank you, Bettie.

    That was beyond wonderful and I can’t wait to read the whole story again.

    And thank you, Bamster, for allowing Bettie to share it with us.

    That wasn’t just a twist on an old story, it was a complete reimagination of it. Hell, I’m halfway convinced that you actually knew the true original story and we’ve only been hearing “Minette’s satiric Cendrillon” all these years.

  7. Jenn January 3, 2008 at 10:26 pm #

    I don’t know if I should raise my glass or bow my head. I loved the whole story and can’t wait to read it again, but, on the other hand, I’m bummed that this is it!

    Thank you , Bettie. I can’t wait to purchase your book at Samhain!

  8. Nan January 4, 2008 at 2:35 am #

    Wow, this story is just gorgeous.
    Thank you so much, Betty, for your wonderful imagination and amazing skill with words. I enjoyed every second of reading!
    I can’t wait for your book to come out, and hopefully many, many other books after that:)

  9. Jenyfer Matthews January 4, 2008 at 5:43 am #

    I like this version of the story much much better.

    When will we get Nieves’s story??

  10. Sarai January 4, 2008 at 8:11 am #

    Thank you Bettie I LOVE the story. You have earned a devoted fan good luck with your upcoming novels! Keep up the hard work!

  11. Tumperkin January 4, 2008 at 12:50 pm #

    *standing ovation*

  12. shuzluva January 4, 2008 at 1:30 pm #

    BRAVA! Thank you Bettie, for making my absolute exhaustion and 30 minutes in front of the computer wholly enjoyable. Mr. Cranky Pants is complaining, so I’m off, but thank you, thank you, thank you! And Mr. CP thanks you too!

  13. Emily January 5, 2008 at 11:35 am #

    Amazing story! I looked forward to reading this every week. I agree, now we need Nieves’ story!

  14. Bonnie Dee January 5, 2008 at 12:26 pm #

    A lovely wrap up to a perfect story, Bettie. Mega-congrats on this retelling of a familiar tale and many happy sales on your first Samhain publication.

    I have advance reading privileges for Like a Thief in the Night, since I’m part of the antho, and I’ve finally gotten the time to start reading it this weekend. Friends, you’re going to love this book! Love it!

  15. spacemachine January 5, 2008 at 5:29 pm #

    Wow. That was…wonderful. MOAR MOAR MOAR!!!

  16. Bettie January 6, 2008 at 4:31 pm #

    The Ember eBook PDF file is up at my website if anyone wants to download the whole thing. Thanks for reading, everyone!

    And many, many thanks to Bam…

    Dionne Galace has the patience of saints. A trio of angels follows wherever she goes, singing of her good deeds and shining the brilliant light of her virtuous example into the dark and twisted hearts of all who are fortunate enough to cross her path. Sometimes, the angels beat box. Kickin’ it old school.

    Rumors of her alleged threats against ducklings are the product of communist Anti-Bam propaganda. Don’t believe them — those commie duckhuggers just hate our freedom.

    Bonnie, thanks! Getting to read Erotics Anonymous and The Valentine Effect early was a marvelous perk. I really enjoyed them, and I know everyone else will, too. :o )

  17. Becs January 7, 2008 at 12:11 pm #

    Loved it! Let me add to the thanks heaped on Bettie and Bam. This was great, and I survived the suspense of waiting every week.

  18. Eirin January 18, 2008 at 4:21 pm #

    I’m late to the party, but since that meant I got to read the whole of it in one sitting, I can hardly complain.

    Excellent reimagination of the tale. I especially liked the references to other fairytales scattered throughout.

    Also, I love me some bitchy heroine ;>

    I really hope we’ll see a full-lenght novel from you soon.

  19. tornadogrrrl January 22, 2008 at 11:38 am #

    Also glad to be late to the party.
    Wonderful to be able to read the whole thing straight through.
    You have earned yourself another fan.