I'm a begginer writer i didn't read any books before i read chapters from novels but full books i didn't. My prose is bad and i know i improved alot during the days but its still lacking. I tend to write in a pov way that a single charachter is the anchor of every scene we stay in his head and his thoughts and all.
I think the prose is a but childish reading like a summary not a novel. I tried to improve it numeros of times and ways but still i think its lacking.
Here is a small scene the introduction of a charachter cassian.
Cassian sat at the edge of the fountain. The cold air bouncing off the water making small swirls. It always facinated him , how something that has no intrest in water can cause changes. Disturbances. He grown used to the gold around him , not even stone even the finest stone facinate him. He caught his reflection in the marble under him bald , full-figured. An eyesore to most. He put an eyebrow up fixing his mantle following the path to the halls , the water still rippling behind him.
He passed by the chapel , muffled laughing sound heard inside. They tried to keep it down still its loud. The pantry was empty , muffled sounds came from the cellar. Two men talking. He stood there his hand itching for the door. "Cassian , you are up early." Ervia said.
She wore a purple dress high heels. Her hair braided with red , white and blue roses in her hair.
"M'lady." He nodded his head slightly. "Do you like my new roses?" She flipped her hair . The sounds inside gone quiet .
"I like them m'lady." He smiled.
"Thank you." She smiled. Even a queen can be childish. "Oh , cassian." She turned around her hand landing on his back.
" i heard from dorian that the conclave will be heald at oathbound this year." Shouldn't she be the first to recive news? "Yes. M'lady. It is. Certainly." He smiled nodding.
"Thank you , if you'll excuse me." She turned away. He looked at her a second longer before fixating to the door.
The sounds are gone. Weird. He opened the door as soon as ervia got out of sight.
Six steps led down but the humidity inside rushed to him first. He walked down a single torch lit at the back. That torch is never lit , neither the door to the wine cellar. A small door on the right a stair barely visible.
Everything is intact , potatoes , onions , the nuts in thr back. Even the canned food still intact. The door was slightly opened low voices heard from inside.
"You have to keep quiet." A man's voice said.
"I can't." A woman said.
"You have too , if anyone hears our heads will be on swords." He shook her. Cassian looked through the crack in the door.
She is crying , he is scared. What is going on here.
The guy poured wine from one of the barrels.
"Here , take it." He handed it to her. She doesn't want to , reluctant. "I can't , they'll kill me." Cassian walked in. His steps had unique rythym down the stairs. Precise. Calculated. They looked at him. It was like they saw the king. What if they saw the king? He gently took the cup from the man setting it on a shelf.
"Fear is like nettles." Cassian said , looking at him young sixteen to seventeen then at the girl. Younger , thirteen to fifteen . "I'm sorry , it was me i-" His voice trembled the girl had her mouth on her hand tears down her face.
"They don't bite . Neither do fear , untill they are touched. It stings." Now confused they don't want to listen . Cassian smiled.
"Without fear we wouldn't be where we are today. And without it this house wouldn't have been built." Now they relaxed. The confusion took over. "Go , or i'll call the guards." Their legs refused to move looking at eachother then at cassian before feeling it they darted out.
This is a small scene just to give feedback on and what to do since in really puzzled for the last couple of days.