This week I'm sharing another Biblical fiction piece from the FaithWriters' writing challenge. This particular Old Testament character is the only one I've written more than one challenge entry about. I have a fascination with this woman, and plan to write a novel about her (probably my next WIP when I finish what I'm working on now).
Welcome to my contribution to Fiction Friday, hosted by Julie Arduini at The Surrendered Scribe. Make sure that you head over to her blog and link up with your own fiction. Or, if you just want to read some great fiction (ALWAYS great in my opinion!), head over to Julie's blog and check out the links there.
Hope you enjoy it!
She could have listened to that music--to that musician--forever. She loved the sound of the harp, and he played it beautifully. No wonder it calmed her father. She only wished she could watch as well as listen.
She could barely hear through the doorway to her right, but getting any closer was risky. Females were forbidden in the king's chamber unless summoned, no matter their relation to the monarch himself.
She sighed as she thought of the harpist's broad shoulders, boyish good looks, and that smile that practically made her swoon. But right now, she couldn't even look at him, much less speak to him. "Maybe some day," she mumbled.
"Some day what, little sister?" The deep voice of her eldest brother startled her and turned her cheeks bright red.
She opened her eyes and rolled them at Jonathan. "Nothing that concerns you."
He winked. "Sure. So, what's going on in there?"
Michal rose and spoke in hushed tones. "Dad had another one of his fits, so..."
"He called in David." Jonathan interrupted, smirking. "No wonder he wasn't there for our strategy session."
He peeked around the corner. "How long has he been in there?"
"A while. He's probably almost done." Michal's eyes glowed. "You do strategy sessions with David? I thought he was just a musician."
Jonathan shook his head. "Oh, no. I haven't known him long, but he's clearly a warrior at heart and in deed. He's definitely going to make something of himself some day."
"Oh." Michal smiled and her eyes glazed over.
"David." Jonathan's voice brought her out of her fantasies once again. She refocused, to see David, harp in hand, standing beside her brother.
"Sorry about that, sir, but you know where my primary responsibilities lie."
Jonathan patted the young man on the shoulder. "Of course I do. Not a problem. The king comes first. Are you ready now?"
"Yes sir." David smiled.
Michal, standing off to the side, watched from the corner of her eye. She cleared her throat.
"Oh. David," Jonathan said, a touch of merriment in his voice, "have you met my youngest sister, Princess Michal?"
David cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. "I've seen her around the palace, but I don't think we have been introduced." He knelt before Michal sheepishly. "It is my honor."
Michal forced the cheshire grin from her face in an attempt to look refined. "Thank you, David. The honor is mine."
"We need to get to planning." Jonathan tapped his foot. "How about the courtyard?"
David rose, smiled at Michal, and followed after Jonathan.
Finding her former spot on the floor, Michal watched the two as they walked away. Once they left, she leaned against the wall, a grin frozen to her face and her stare passing through everything before her.
She was still there an hour later when Jonathan returned. Her eyes widened as she rubbed her hands together and rose to her feet again.
"What did he say?"
Jonathan raised his eyebrows. "Since when are you interested in war strategy?"
She socked her brother on the shoulder. "No, silly, about me. Did he ask about me?"
"Men don't chat about things like that, Michal." Jonathan chuckled. "If you want my opinion, though, I think he'd make a good match. He's certainly a fine young man. I have a feeling David will do much for Israel, and that he and I will become good friends."
"So, talk to Dad about him for me." Her eyes were pleading.
"Michal, you know Merab must be married off first."
Michal sighed. "I hate being the youngest. I have to wait for everything."
Jonathan shook his head. "The Lord will provide in His time, Michal."
Michal sighed and nodded.
"Still, he does seem to be an upstanding fellow, and I do have my father's ear." He smiled at Michal. "Perhaps I will talk to Father about David for you; when the time is right, of course."
"Oh thank you, Jonathan, thank you!" She hugged her brother and danced down the palace corridor. She entered her own chamber and plopped on her bed.
Some day, when the time comes.
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