Princess Flavia is seated at the foot of the Royal Table at dinner, with Diane Maréchal, a cousin of Louisa’s, on her right hand. Diane’s parents want to know if it’s true that Louisa (the black wolf of the Maréchal family), has disgraced herself.
But the real action happens when Flavia is summoned to her father’s study after dinner, where, to her amazement, she learns … but that would be telling. Read all about it in Episode 25: Foot of the Table.
Does Frank have a tragic backstory? He’d be the first to deny it, or at least minimize it in a humorously distracting way, but he reveals something to Flavia that results in not one but two sodden handkerchiefs. Tears of laughter, maybe? Perhaps allergies?
It’s Sunday, so an innocent trip to church is in order for Princess Flavia and her boyfriend, Frank. It’ll be fine: hardly life-threatening at all. Just because the king brought along a mysterious second limousine with unknown occupants behind its dark windows doesn’t mean he’s bringing along a SWAT team just in case! Nothing to see here, citizens.
Last episode, Frank admitted to being upset that his vampire pals Maria and Charlotte can’t come anywhere near a church. Upset at the churches, not his pals. How will he behave during the service?
Secrets are revealed in Episode 22 of Silver Buckshot, Youngest Profession. What are they? It’s a secret!
One thing that Frank lets slip is that when he writes to his parents, his letters are in code, but Flavia can’t watch this interesting process because he’s under orders not to let anyone see the code book. A code book! It’s like being in a spy novel!
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I have one complete novel out (One Survivor, a space opera), one (Silver Buckshot, an urban fantasy thriller/romance) being serialized at an episode a week on Kindle Vella, and others in the works. This site talks about my stories and also about fiction writing in general.
Thirteen-year-old Princess Flavia has endured a lot recently. Polio crippled her legs and killed her mother, her father is sunk in grief, and her servants veer between negligence and cruelty. She takes refuge in her books and never complains. But she draws the line at being murdered. Fourteen-year-old Frank Barron conceals her when the shooting starts. This is no accident: a letter told him what to do. It’s signed, “Love, Flavia.” She has no memory of it. And she can’t tell the future! Can she? Continue reading “Robert Plamondon’s Fiction”