Fantasy Excerpt: Olde Ways Marriage

 I haven't published a fantasy romance in a while, but I plan to publish Olde Ways Marriage in early spring. This romance involves two characters from Bridal Faire, Bufflindia, a lesser giantess Adler(the hero in Bridal Faire)was expecting to marry. Bufflindia takes off to a jewel mine and her father signs a marriage contract with Harl, a horsetail faun, very handsome, but prone to vice. Harl has to find his bride, somewhere in the mountains.

Her father roared, and her mother wailed at the content of the letter. Bufflindia refused to give in to tears.

“Goldhawk! That carrion crow!” Halgyr,  the Chieftain of the Wildwood, her father, spat the words like a curse.

“Oh, I had so hoped we would sign the papers at the Festival! I was planning for a Yule Wedding!” Gartha, her mother, wailed.

“We will not attend the Festival!” Her father roared.

Her mother’s eyes grew huge. “But Halgyr! Stop and think. The Festival Sales are our main source of gold.”

“Pah!” He yelled. “I will take jewelry to the North Coast cities.”

“You’ll have to hire guards! Think of the cost!” Gartha shrieked.

Bufflindia knew they would engage in a long argument, when her mother started the shrieking. She quietly slipped out of the Solar to her private rooms.

Adler had married another. She had expected to marry him when he ended his schooling, but his father had sent his son to the Elvadon Bridal Faire. Of all things. Shy Adler had probably married the first girl who would talk to him.

She wasn’t in love with him, but he was nice. A great Rockroll player. And tall, so she wouldn’t feel like a troll standing near him… She’d never really liked the idea of leaving the Wildwood to be married to a wizard, though. She would prefer a husband who moved to her homeland.

Ugh, now Mother will have every single  man with even a smidge of gold visit all summer long. Gherki, Bunard...all of them.

She refused to marry out of desperation. So what if she would be twenty on her next birthday! Aunt Kelda hadn’t married until she was twenty-seven, and she had three sons!

She opened the door to her rooms. Loud shouts and shrieks came from the sun room. I could go right now, head up to the Thunder Mountain spot Old Foll told me about, mine some  jewels. 

Avoid annoying suitors.