I really liked this writing exercise – it could go places. Enjoy!
miniature, tutor, cap, puddle,
The governess glided into the library, her thin nose in the air and her thin lips pursed suspiciously. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Daved sitting alone in front of the fire, his nose buried in a huge tome with colored illustrations.
“Where is the tutor?” the governess demanded, making Daved start, and stare around with a guilty look.
He quickly closed the book and shoved it between the sofa and the wall, and snatched up his cap, which was lying on the sofa seat beside him, and jammed it on his head. “He left for the day, ma’am,” Daved mumbled, staring at his shoes.
“Speak up, young man,” the governess instructed. “No nobleman speaks as though his face were in a puddle.”
“He left for the day, ma’am,” Daved spoke up, looking somewhere over the governess’s shoulder.
She sniffed. “He will have to be informed that is not acceptable. What are you reading?”
Daved blinked, and answered very clearly. “History of the Twelve Realms by the Honorable Tracey Michelson.”
The governess frowned. “Why were there pictures?”
“There were no pictures,” Daved countered. “Perhaps you saw maps.”
The governess’s eyes narrowed further. “Let me see the book.”
Daved dug it out of the crack and clutched it tight. He whispered something to it, and handed it to the stern woman with a subdued look. She opened it, turned several pages, and several more, looking at him in disbelief. “I saw pictures, in color. They looked cheerful and frivolous, nothing that would be in a serious book of history,” she said, and flipped through more pages.
Daved shrugged. “There’s a map,” he said helpfully.
The governess put the book down on the coffee table, and gestured for the boy to sit back down. “As your lesson was cut short, I’ll bring tea early.”
Daved nodded and watched her leave the room, before he sat back down, pulled the book back onto his lap, and opened it to the page with the bright pictures of dragons and brave knights. On the mantle, the miniature man trapped under the crystal glass glared down at Daved, shouting inaudible words at the boy engrossed in the novel.