Here's something I just wrote for my "Eragon" rewrite.
Rajani sat there on the floor, sighing heavily. “What’s wrong?” came a voice. She turned and saw Klaas standing there, watching her.
“Oh, Klaas!” Rajani threw her arms around him, and he held her close. “Everything’s wrong! Ihsan rejected me! We are perfect for each other, and he rejected me! And he says he’s in love with someone else, but he won’t tell me who! Oh, Klaas!”
“Now, Rajani, let that pretty boy do what he wants. He doesn’t matter. But I do. I will never reject you.”
“Truly?” Rajani looked up.
“Yes. Truly. You have my promise. Have I ever abandoned you? Like your mother? Like your loyal guard Lalit or your old nanny? Have I?”
“No, Klaas. You never have.” Rajani kissed him. “I miss you,” she said.
“I am never far. All you need to do is speak the word, and I am here. That is a promise.”
“Enough of the kissing,” Imana said with a snarl. “There is important work here to be done, Rajani and Klaas. Sarala can no longer rule this empire, and you must be ready to take her place, Rajani.”
“But I can’t,” Rajani protested. “I just can’t.”
“Can’t do what?” Rajani turned and saw her maid standing there. “Who were you talking to, Princess?”
“None of your business,” Imana snapped. “Go away.”
“My lady?”
“Listen to me!” Imana grabbed a glass goblet and threw it at the woman’s head. The maid fell to the floor. “Next time you will obey me,” Imana said as she picked up the sheathed knife that was on the table.
Rajani found herself standing there. Imana and Klaas were both gone. She suddenly screamed when she saw her maid lying on the floor, stabbed several times and covered in her own blood. “Help!” Rajani screamed. “Someone! Please!”
One of the guards ran in. “What happened?” he asked.
“I- I don’t know,” Rajani said. “I was just standing here and… I- I don’t remember.”
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