The header speaks of my fiction, but I think that last weekend demonstrates it in real life. Not that they are "my" women - it's a phrase, OK?
I have always been attracted to bright, dynamic, passionate women. When I was young and crude, as opposed to old and crude, I used to say they gave me a platonic hard-on. Still true, I confess.
Consequently I enjoy creating fictional women whom I admire. My tales are not kind to men who disrespect or abuse them.
This evening a new noble woman emerged. The heiress to a barony speaks up, even as her stomach recoils, and offers to become a hostage to save the people ruled by her father. She sounds to me like the patriots of the revolution.
“Daughter, you cannot make this decision yourself.”The fun part of fantasy writing is that it can go almost anywhere that my own sense of verisimilitude permits. I had not planned this character or her words and actions at all. Up until this evening she only existed on the genealogy charts showing how characters are interrelated. The town in which she dwells comes under attack precisely because her sister is married to one of the claimants to the throne. Said claimant had previously attacked the birthplace of another claimant's wife. (The arson in an earlier post.) This is a counter-attack designed to strike the heart.
“Neither can you, father. Too much is at stake.”
The demand for hostages explicitly calls for "the heir of your body ... and five other souls who shall be of consequence." That heir is the lady who emerges to offer herself "under sacred feathers."*
In fiction we get lots of nobility, and I do not refer to bloodlines.
This volume also contains my first female villain. One must be even-handed, or at least somewhat so.
*Eagle feathers are worn, in my parallel world, as a sign of peace and of truce. When wearing them one may not attack another or be attacked by another. One may defend oneself only. Heralds carry symbols adorned with feathers. If this lady goes as a hostage wearing eagle feathers in her hair, she claims that sacred protection. Anyone who harms her would forfeit all right to their life and should, if custom be honored, be executed on the spot. Even so, she and five others would be at the complete mercy of the enemy.