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    The Gemini Prince
    The Gemini Prince
    The Gemini Prince
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    The Gemini Prince

    By A. L. Wilson

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    High Prince Avery is next in line to take the throne of a magical kingdom. He is married to a beautiful woman, and the two of them have two healthy children, as well as a third child on the way. Some say he has the perfect life. However, Avery has never been happy. He is plagued with dysphoria, depression, and a longing to seek greater understanding of his true self.

    Avery believes deep down that he is the embodiment of both man and woman. In his culture an individual with such feelings embarks on a pilgrimage to commune with the Gods and Goddesses. Sadly, Avery’s parents, the king and queen, are prejudice towards the third gender. They have denied the High Prince the right to express his gender identity.

    Avery tries to go about his daily life being what everyone else wants him to be, but all he wants to do is run away.

    A heated discussion with his wife prompts Avery into action. Emotions run high and he dashes off into the night to seek out the Gods and Goddesses of his world. Unfortunately, the prince has never left the safety of his castle, and knows little of the outside travel.

    When his life is threatened, a handsome rogue steps in to save the day, and Avery becomes unusually drawn to the man. He tries desperately to keep from falling in love with the stranger as the two make their way across the countryside.

    Can Avery become the person he has always wanted to be, or will the dangers of the land claim both his life and the life of his new found friend?

    **The Gemini Prince is a sweet fantasy romance with some violent and suggestive content. There are also depictions of depression, dysphoria, and transitioning. The two main characters are depicted biologically as male with suggested feelings towards one another with one of them in a previous relationship. Please, be mindful of these themes when choosing to read.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA. L. Wilson
    Release dateJan 18, 2015
    ISBN9781311103574
    The Gemini Prince
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    A. L. Wilson

    As a young child A. L. held three aspirations which she vocally proclaimed to anyone that listened. She was either going to be an author, an actress or a psychologist.It was only after her brother was diagnosed with Autism and Pervasive Development Disorder that her aspirations shifted from theater and prose to exclusively studying psychology.However, she never truly left her flare for the dramatic behind. At the tender age of eight she was taking a starring role in Tom Sawyer; the following year it was Alice in Wonder Land. Then eventually her Senior year of High School she wrote and starred in the school's Senior play.The Case of the Murder that Wasn't, had her bouncing around stage as a savvy detective with a bumbling side-kick, attempting to solve the murder of a rich aristocrat. The off-color humor had audiences in stitches for three days and nights- to the delight of her and her family. However, despite the success of her writing and acting, the young A. L. graduated High School with honors and then immediately went on to start college in search of her (three) subsequent degrees in Psychology.It wasn't until years later that things would come full-circle as Indie Publishing has become more and more popular and the itch to write more overwhelming. Momentarily hanging up her hat as a Child and Family Counselor, A. L. has once again plunged her hands back into writing; spinning wild tales for her own enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of her audiences.

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      The Gemini Prince - A. L. Wilson

      The Gemini Prince

      Avery and Hector Series 1

      A. L. Wilson

      The Gemini Prince © 2015 A.L. Wilson

      Published at Smashwords

      Cover art © 2015 A.L. Wilson

      Cover art by Eva Natsumi Covers

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are entirely the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidence.

      Edited by Deborah St. Arbor

      The Escape

      The stone of the window sill is rough against my palms. My shoulders ache and as I glance down my head swims. The fall seems farther than it did when I stood at the window. I have half a mind to start climbing back up, but my grip is slipping. I grit my teeth, eyes slamming shut as fear washes over me. I am going to tumble noisily and be discovered. My entire escape plan is about to crumble to dust because in my excitement I overestimated my own abilities.

      I almost shriek as my arms finally give out. My limbs flail, trying to grasp anything but finding only air. I careen towards the ground below and with a slight ‘oof!’ land in the fluffy hay bales as I had planned. The wind is momentarily knocked out of me, but as I stare up at the high window that has been my prison, I realize that I am no longer inside.

      Footsteps shuffling in my direction along with the clang of armor make burrow into the hay, trying to make myself small and quiet. I watch a guard stride past me while glancing around curiously. He is dressed in warm leathers with a deep blue crest upon one shoulder and shined metal boots. I suppose he heard my spill, but since nothing seems amiss he continues on his way, one hand resting on the hilt of a gleaming sword. I shall stay here for a few more moments before making for the stables. I have spent too long devising this escape to be thwarted by a lone night watchman.

      The night is quiet save for a few howls in the distance. I hear no people chattering or owls hooting; the silence is almost ominous. Through the gaps in fragrant stalky bits covering my head I glance to the sky. The twin moons are shining brightly, almost touching one another. It is a night for the Gemini. If there was ever a good time to begin my pilgrimage, it is now. Closing my eyes I say a prayer within my mind, Thirteen Gods and Goddesses bless and keep me. This night I set out upon the pilgrimage to the Great Well Spring. I begin my journey to pray at the Stone of the Gemini. Twin Souls keep your eyes upon me as I traverse this land in search of my true self.

      My eyes remain closed as I savor a feeling of peace that floods my being. Then, as if something inside of me sent a jolt, I bolt from my hiding place and dash towards the royal stables. My heart thunders in my ears and no matter how much the wind stings at my cheeks; I find it difficult to draw a breath. Having never left the confines of the castle without an armed escort, this venture both frightens and deeply exhilarates me.

      The fear of being caught and dragged back to my gilded cage has me running as if devils are on my heels. I cross the grounds and throw open the stable door. All is quiet inside, save for the mewling of a few Naba, so I shut the door behind me and look over the beasts. The Naba are swift and cunning pack animals that stand upon two legs and have enormous ears that resemble a rabbit’s. They are normally only kept by wealthy merchants, clergy and nobility. Though traversing upon a Naba may draw attention, using a slower animal or walking on foot could triple the time necessary to make the journey.

      I opt for one of the shabbier looking beasts towards the back of the stable. With it I can probably pass for a mediocre merchant or clergyman. My intent is to stay off the main roads and try to look as inconspicuous as possible. Thankfully the beast has been ridden frequently. He is friendly and allows me to swiftly place a humble blanket and saddle upon his humped back. I lead him out the exit which opens into the pear orchard and hope the night conceals me as I move about the trees. It is not likely that someone would be looking for a mount thief to enter the royal stables, but who knows.

      Fallen branches and leaves crunch beneath my booted feet. Every snap threatens to make my heart leap from my chest. Both my arms are quivering as I try to hold onto the beast’s reins as we walk. This part of the jaunt terrifies me. I can see the outer wall right in front of me, but my mind keeps concocting scenarios where someone grabs me and stops me before I reach it. The wall seems to represent my entire life. Years have been spent staring at this wall, at my freedom, so close and yet so far away.

      I have wanted to do this for years, with or without my family’s approval. However, fear, uncertainty, even their words have kept me from trying. I remember when I was a boy of twelve, telling my mother and father that I thought myself a Gemini Spirit. Proudly I announced my wish to embark upon the Pilgrimage, only to have my feelings denounced a ‘phase.’ As I got older and continued to express how I felt inside, my parents became angry and venomous. The people do not need a Gemini King! They need a strong, fully-male king with a good head on his shoulders. Put aside these childish notions and start preparing to choose a queen!

      Words can wound more than a sword, axe, or crossbow. I carried that trauma with me as I married and had children. I care about my wife very much, and I love my two sons more than my own life. However, ours was an arranged marriage and therefore we are not ‘in love.’ Neither of us had a choice about our future. We had accepted this fact of our lives and moved on, mostly content to be friends and come together for the production of our offspring. We enjoyed one another’s company, but only on a platonic level.

      I tried to put my inner awareness aside and be the man that my wife and children seemed to need. However, I had never been truly happy and the uncomfortableness of my body, mind and spirit got worse. I trusted and cared for my wife, so with our third child on the way, shared my true self with her. I told her about my feelings and how my parents had treated my desire to commune with the Gemini Spirits. It was her reaction that drove me to run away.

      Instead of showing me support or even trying to understand my situation, my beautiful wife and mother of my children rejected my feelings, rejected my view of myself and ultimately, rejected me. She said there was no place in her life or our children’s life for a Gemini Spirit. She said there was no place in this kingdom for a Gemini King.

      I have not spoken to her since and have refused all contact this past week. It tears at me, because in her womb rests my baby and I want desperately to connect to that child, but I can no longer connect with her. I cannot trust her. I feel utterly betrayed and alone.

      Hoarding bits of bread from my meals, I began building rations tucked into a pillow case. On a riding trip I stole a few water skins and kept them in my room. I made several trips to the library within the castle and constructed copies of maps by hand as I painstakingly planned my pilgrimage. What is meant to be a celebrated affair has turned into a solitary trip with me having to run away from my home, my duties and my family. No one knows I am leaving. No one knows where I am going. And if all goes well, no one will see me again until after I commune with the Gemini Spirits and discover for myself whether my desires are true or some delusion.

      I breathe deeply and slow my steps once I am nearly close enough to the wall to touch it. Swallowing hard, I turn my eyes towards the skies, and look for some sort of sign to continue. My entire life I have been told that what I feel inside is wrong. Sometimes the feelings blend together with what others say and uncertainty fills me. Are they the mistaken ones or am I?

      Unshed tears sting my eyes as I stare at those two moons, the symbols of my inner turmoil. I feel split down the middle with half of my body as a man and the other as a woman. I want the outside of me to represent the inside. I want to feel as if I am no longer a stranger to myself. Tears swell, collecting at my lashes and the corners of the eyes. I want to say something, to beg the Gods and Goddesses to save me, but a voice cuts through the silence before I have a chance.

      You there! Who are you!? Stop right there!

      Without a thought I

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