Edit: I used a word wrong and would rather substitute it at this time than cause confusion
Helloooo everyone! I've taken a hefty break from stressing over my query but now I'm back at it haha. While both the query and first 300-ish words fit the word limits, they're still quite long in a way that makes me nervous. Any suggestions to cut or reduce are much appreciated!
I've also decided to pull the plug on the plot twist I'd planned for Book 2 and move it up into Book 1 which changes the query slightly. But now I worry the twist comes out of nowhere, so please let me know if that's the case.
I'd love feedback on the first 300 words as well. I've struggled for months finding the perfect opening, and it still hasn't 'clicked' for me yet, but I at least feel cozy with what I've got :)
Thank you <3
Dear AGENT,
I’m seeking representation for THE BANISHED PRINCESS, an adult fantasy set in an LGBTQ+ world with series potential, running at 117,000 words. Our tale details the tribulations of a magic-wielding princess accused of murdering her mother, the queen, forced to take refuge within the country she’d abandoned. [TWO COMPS HERE :)]
Princess Charlotte had always dreamed of becoming a hero, like her lost father and like the knights in her ancient book of fairy tales, but her mother’s murder is not how she’d envisioned it starting. When the crime is pinned on her, she must give up the contentment of castle life and rush into exile. The true killer, and Charlotte’s brother, takes the throne and puts a bounty on her head, turning her citizens against her.
Charlotte’s shock quickly turns to disgust as she sees the dying lands of her country, the resources having been sapped by the monarchy since her father’s mysterious disappearance. Armed only with her rusty weapons training, diplomat lessons, and a borderline-delusional confidence, Charlotte decides to start a revolution to clear her name and bring her country back to its glory. The stress of her exile awakens otherworldly abilities, starting the chapter of her own fairy tale. But even magic can’t sway her hopeless citizens, and Charlotte’s pretty bad at this whole ‘chosen one’ thing.
Isolated from any allies in the castle, Charlotte hires Jack as her bodyguard, a wisecracking but realistic bounty hunter who’s caged with secrets. Jack trains her on fighting, taking her from a nobody to a local hero, but he’s clearly the better leader—much to his reluctance. The people begin to look to him instead of the princess, igniting a welcomed rivalry as Charlotte strives to become the hero her people deserve, and to unravel the lies that Jack keeps so bottled up.
It’s only a matter of time before the Royal Knights find her. Innocents are being ruthlessly attacked across the land, including a band of rebels who are Charlotte’s best chance at an army. And so it’s up to her, her only friend Jack, and her emerging magic to unite the outcasts and stop the oncoming ambush before the king’s forces kill them first. But Jack’s most damning secret - that he’s the father who Charlotte’s searched for her entire life - may tear them apart before the revolution ever gets its start.
First 300:
It was a charming night for an awakening.
Father’s spectre clung heavy to the humid winds, and Princess Charlotte of Gaylecroft was desperate to sense him. As she’d done for years now, Charlotte had gathered her friends for a midnight celebration in the overlook gardens, lighting candles at the base of his statue and drinking in his honor. It started as a small way to protest the Ordinance of Silence, and it was the only protest against Mother that Charlotte was brave enough to try, but the futility of it grew each year. Father had disappeared when she was a baby, only living in the fables passed around of his revolution.
As the half-moon reflected the witching hour, the only other person still awake, Monty, joined Charlotte at the railing of the overlook, both filled with summer wines. Father’s ghost was fading from the sticky air, and the princess turned her attention to the other man she held dear.
“Giddy for your thoughts,” Monty murmured, his face a sharp cutout in the moonlight.
“Maybe this one’s special in a way I can’t place,” Charlotte replied. Her drunken heart began thumping harshly. Monty watched her dreamily. She had been sickeningly aware that tonight would be the perfect moment for her first kiss. But now, as both parties swooned in sleepiness, Charlotte was filled with sudden urgency.
Leaning in slowly, as she’d seen the ladies of the Court do, Monty moved to reciprocate. Charlotte panicked. Clenching her hands, she jolted away, and the candles at Father’s feet exploded into shooting flames before quickly vanishing altogether. Charlotte was left staring at the smoldering, waxy scene, feeling heat inside her veins, as if the moon’s own light was pumping through her wrist.
Monty was laughing boyishly. “What in Purg was that?”
There’s no such thing as magic. You’re just drunk.
“I’ve no idea,” Charlotte mumbled, the fire inside snuffed out.