Title: THE PRINCESS GAMES
Word Count: 150,000
In a magical world full of political unrest, a sheltered Princess gets the chance of a life time to discover life beyond her kingdom, adventure, unexpected danger, and the love of an honorable prince when she is invited to participate in the renowned Princess Games.
The Princess Games is fanciful story about Princess Ava, who has spent the last seventeen years waiting to discover the gift her fairy godmother gave to her as a baby. Without this understanding and confidence of who she really is, she has to compete against a hundred other talented princesses in five intense games of knowledge, logic, presentation, talent, and courage. The winner receives the privilege of serving as the only woman representative in the King’s Court. For Ava, this is not only a chance to represent what she believes in, but to escape the fate her parents have chosen for her, which comes in the form of a very unsuitable groom. Things are further complicated when it becomes clear that someone in the games does not want Ava to win. In the midst of rumors of war, and life-threatening situations, Ava discovers that she is capable of far greater things than she ever believed, including deserving the love of her heart.
The Princess Games is my first novel, and its sequel is in the makings. I have a B.S. of University Studies with a double minor in English and History.
It was a rare time when magic and humanity actually enjoyed each other’s company. Grandmother Genevieve knew that tonight was one of those times, and it made her old body alive with anticipation. Moments like this made up for generations of selfishness and unrest. She turned to look at her granddaughter lying peacefully in her cradle. This child had been born a Princess, and Genevieve knew there was even more reason than royalty that this girl would be special. Tonight she would be given her gift from her fairy godmother, and her destiny would be sealed. Genevieve could feel in her bones that because the babe had been born on the sacred day of the fairies—a day that few knew about because it only came once every century— that she would be destined for greatness.
Grandmother Genevieve leaned over the elegant cradle and proceeded to hover and poke at the infant in order to ascertain any signs of significance in the child’s eyes. Her daughter Virginia shooed her away, and gently covered the baby in a silk blanket.
Genevieve watched her daughter.
Virginia glanced furtively to the dark, evening skies. Despite the warm autumn night, a cold whisper of wind tickled past the back of her neck and she shivered. Virginia turned and pulled the soft blanket tighter around her baby. Her uneasiness about the night’s proceedings was as evident as the goose-bumps running down her arms. Virginia pulled her shawl closer, but this would not warm her thoughts.