These are the first 250 words of my novel and I guess I'd like to know if they draw you in or not (and suggestions if they don't!).
I'll reciprocate with a critique :)
As far as beheadings go, that one wasn’t half bad.
This shirt is certainly ruined. Unfortunate. But I’m sure my executioners can lend me a spare, even if it isn’t cashmere. The splinters in my back will be difficult to remove. A tree stump is a rather poor choice for a royal chopping block, if you ask me. I’d have preferred a marble slab. Perhaps one with my crest embroidered onto a silk cushion? Or not, I’m not picky. And it would have been common courtesy to drag me to my death by my arms or legs. Not my hair.
I am, after all, a King.
But if I’ve learned one thing from my lofty throne, it’s that when an axe plummets toward your outstretched neck and your head remains firmly attached to your stately shoulders, keep the complaining to a minimum. Besides, I really can’t blame them for orchestrating such a plebeian beheading devoid of blaring trumpets and unfurling banners.
They don’t know, after all, that I’m a King.
“Did you forget to sharpen the blade?”
Tricking my captors was easy. Before them, trembling against this stump, they see a girl. My dirt encrusted fingernails don’t hold a scepter. The blood on my cheek doesn't ooze purple. My fur lined cloak is back at the castle. They see muddy boots, not dainty shoes, which pinched my toes anyway. No, they won’t discover me. It’s simple: they don’t see a crown, they don’t see a King.
"Try a chisel."