Thursday, February 16, 2012

Blind Speed Dating #45

Genre: YA Romantic Fantasy
Word Count: 85,000 words


In a land resembling medieval Persia, a headstrong young princess defies convention by training as a painter of illuminated manuscripts. But when she runs from an arranged marriage, she stands to lose everything—her art, her freedom, and the man she loves.

Sent away at age sixteen to serve as an artist in a foreign ruler’s court, Princess Delfina is eager to leave her uncle’s palace. Not only will she get to use her training as a painter, but she will delay the looming threat of marriage. The price to be paid for such an opportunity? She must gather information for her uncle, the ruling Khan of Karavai. No easy task, especially since she is expected to charm Prince Darclor—one of the Khan’s worst enemies—into sharing his secrets. Yet, when she meets the handsome young prince, she is surprised at the powerful attraction she feels for him.

But romance has no place in Delfina’s future. When the Khan summons her home to be wed, she flees, thinking he has promised her to an aging, half-crazed monarch. Only too late does she learn that her uncle offered her up to Darclor instead, to secure an alliance between their kingdoms. Now, if Delfina is to escape her uncle’s vengeance and salvage her one chance at love, she must find a way to win back Darclor’s heart.

My inspiration for the world of THE FALLEN PRINCESS came from years of travel and research in the Middle East and India, as both an archaeologist and a student of Islamic art history.

First 250:

The door to the palace workshop burst open, disrupting the silence of the afternoon. I looked up to see one of the younger apprentices standing there.

“The Khan is coming! He’s coming for his inspection!” The boy leaned forward, hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

My stomach twisted in knots. My uncle was coming. Now. And I was in no state to greet him. “I thought he wasn’t due to visit until next week.”

“No, he’s on his way. He’ll be here soon. Within minutes!”

Master Giordani strode to the center of the room and clapped his hands together. “On your feet! Put everything away except the pages for the Khan’s book. Fetch them from the shelves and place them on the center table. Hurry!”

Without hesitation, all of us—the apprentices, calligraphers, and senior artisans—were up and moving. To the untrained eye, the studio appeared a chaotic mess, the wooden tables crowded with paper, reed pens, brushes, and oyster shells filled with oil paints. Every bit of it was essential for our work, but the Khan would regard it as clutter.

Giordani reviewed the pages, nodded in approval, and then ordered everyone to stand in line. When he saw me lingering by the shelves, he came over to me.

“Delfina, you need to join the others,” he said.

“I don’t think I should. If I leave now, you won’t be blamed for my appearance.” I wound my finger around a stray curl—one of many that had escaped from under my headscarf.


  1. Honorary Cupid Red Razzle-DazzleFebruary 20, 2012 at 12:08 PM

    This is a great world, the rich attention to detail is already apparent in this small sample. I’d love to see more!

    Struck with Honorary Cupid Red Razzle-Dazzle’s arrow! (PARTIAL request, 1 arrow)

  2. Struck with Honorary Cupid Care Bear's arrow-- 2 arrows that is! Partial request!

  3. Laura Bradford aka Sugar PantsFebruary 24, 2012 at 1:23 PM

    I'd like to request a partial of this ms. Thanks!