Today on work-in-progress Wednesday, I’m looking for fights. Physical or verbal. Arguments, fisticuffs or sword fights. Between any of your characters. Your choice.
Fights punctuate the action and ratchet up the tension. And talkative fighters let things slip in their anger, which can be very handy for driving the plot.
My piece is from Embracing Prudence: a confrontation between my hero David and his half-brother the Marquis of Aldridge.
“I won’t let you hurt her again, Aldridge.”
“Your turn, is it?” Aldridge mocked. “Who are you to judge me? You’re swiving her, too.”
“She was an innocent when she met you, Aldridge.”
“She would not have stayed one, Wakefield. She was ripe to fall. If it had not been me it would have been one of the others, and they would not have waited to make sure she enjoyed it.”
David’s punch caught him by surprise.
“She did not enjoy being abandoned in a prison for a week, you self-centred, spoilt, idiot.”
Aldridge shook his head to clear it. “I will concede that was not one of my finest moments. I told them to treat her with every consideration. I found out later that the King’s man thought me a fool in the toils of a scheming woman, and countermanded my orders. By then she was gone, though.” He frowned. “I’ll never understand why. I would have given her anything she wanted, showered her with presents, set her up in style…”
“Anything except your name.”
Aldridge’s eyes widened at David’s comment. “She did not honestly think I meant marriage, did she? I could not marry a nobody, and one who wasn’t even pure.”
David punched him again