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Her Eyes Were Green	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M through R > Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am sooooooo sorry it has taken so long to update this story! I had to take a long break from the fanfiction writing as of late, mostly thanks to horrid work hours and the like, and I'm trying to get back onto the bandwagon with this one. I'll more than likely be posting an update to The Ties that Bind soon as well. Over half of book 2 needs revision and I've hit a bit of a block on the last chapter of book 2 for that matter. I'm trying not to rush it, but at the same time I have a lot to put into that one chapter that ties up a LOT of ends concerning that story. But, on with the show, and for your reading enjoyment, chapter 10.

Chapter 10: Reconciliation

Amara became a recluse in the months that followed, her green eyes hollow and miserable as she went about her daily routine. Anytime that was hers was spent locked in her rooms. Not even Aden had been able to draw her out.

Aden shook his head as he sprung the lock again on Amara’s door and he knocked gently as he allowed himself in. Amara was sitting on the balcony staring into her garden. She had a knife in her hands, though Aden knew better than to worry that she would ever harm herself, there was a cutting board to her left with some chopped herbs and flowers on it. If he didn’t know any better, Aden was sure that Amara was making another batch of the shampoo that Marcassin had given her the recipe for.
“ Amara?” he said softly, coming to stand beside her. The air was chilly and he didn’t want her to catch a cold. “ Cousin, you should go back inside. It looks as if it may snow soon.”
“ I don’t care anymore...I still can’t get the rest of them to reverse the council’s decision from August. I miss him so much it hurts, Aden...” Amara’s face fell as she began crying again, her hands clenching over her chest.
Aden was fearful for what that statement could mean. “ Amara...What hurts?” he demanded gently. His hands turned her to face him and he squeezed her shoulders tightly in his worry the longer she was silent. “ Amara, I’m serious, what is hurting you?! You need to tell me now!”
Tears were coursing down her cheeks as her dull green eyes leveled on Aden’s wide and worried silver ones. “ My heart, Aden...I feel as if it is slowly tearing itself in two the longer he is gone.” Amara whimpered. She closed the distance as her arms wrapped around his waist and she began sobbing in earnest against his chest. She didn’t see the pained look that crossed her cousin’s face at what she had said, but she could feel his fingers running through her hair in an effort to soothe her.
Aden gently swept an arm under Amara’s knees and he carried her inside. Just as he feared, the snow was just now starting to fall and he didn’t want her getting sick. He laid her down in her bed and he then returned outside to gather her ingredients. “ I’ll take these down to your lab, but I don’t want you to move a muscle. I mean it. I’ll be sending Penny in to keep tabs on you.”
Amara didn’t have the strength to fight him off. She felt beyond weak at that moment, as if she was slowly having her strength sapped away the longer the man she loved was gone. Again she clutched Swaine’s pillow to her as her eyes closed into a fitful sleep.
Aden quickly grabbed his traveling cloak. He needed to convene the council the minute he returned, and not only that, he needed to go see Amara’s grandparents in the Bright Briar. He needed their help.

Dagaron was surprised to see Aden coming up to him alone and sat on the edge of his throne. “ Lord Debrotane? Normally my granddaughter is with you, what is going on?”
“ I would rather not say until you see her for yourself, your majesty. I am sorry, I wish I had better tidings.” Aden said honestly. “ I fear we must leave with the utmost haste, I have much to do, and I fear there not may be a lot of time to do it in.”
Dagaron nodded and swept to Aden’s side. “ Very well then, let us go.”

“ How long has she been like this?” Dagaron whispered. His voice was tense as he looked upon Amara as she slept, and his hands were shaking as he checked her forehead. She was like a hot coal to the touch and her pulse was weak.
“ She only just told me today that she felt as if her heart was breaking, your majesty.” Aden replied shakily. There were tears in his eyes as he looked at Amara as well. How could a woman with such a strong will to live, who endured months upon months of unspeakable horror, wither away like this so quickly?
“ When was Gascon forced from the palace?”
“ On her birthday.” came the quiet reply.
Dagaron instantly turned around and he leveled his intense gaze on the evestan steward. “ That was four months ago! Why has he not been brought back to her! Why haven’t you done anything to keep it from getting this far?!” the elven king demanded. His breathing was erratic and he grabbed the lapels of Aden’s jacket as he shook the young man in his ire.
“ It’s not for lack of trying, Dagaron!” Aden shouted back, shoving the elf’s hands from his person and then putting a little space between them. “ I have been fighting on both their behalf since the motion passed in August. I fully intend to do something about this. How long do I have?”
Dagaron’s face fell and he looked back over to Amara. “ I can’t be sure. I’ll do what I can to keep her strength up, but time is running out for her. At most, maybe a week. I could be off and it could be much less than that.” the elf king replied and he sat on the edge of the bed beside her. “ You had best hurry, Aden. I can only pray we are not too late.”

The council was chattering amongst themselves nervously at having been convened unceremoniously that afternoon. Lord Debrotane was the steward of Evesta, and if the queen was incapacitated, that meant he was in charge. The double doors to the entrance of the chamber slammed open and Aden strode into the room, his eyes narrowed and red rimmed.
“ I have called this emergency meeting with the utmost haste for a reason gentlemen, if you all will just settle down. I have conferred with his majesty, King Dagaron of the elves, and I wish I had better news than this. Her majesty’s heart is breaking and it’s slowly killing her, as it is known to happen to the elves. The restrictions placed on Prince Gascon need to be lifted from him and he needs to be allowed to come see her as soon as possible. He is the only one that can reverse the effects!”
“ We have all reached the decision there, as you well know, Lord Debrotane. I’m sorry, but the only chance of that happening is if the peace talks with Hamelin are concluded.”
Aden narrowed his eyes. “ Very well then. I will be departing for Hamelin immediately. Lord Erabrand, I place you in charge as her majesty is in no condition to do so herself.”
Richard nodded and Aden quickly strode from the room. “ Gentlemen, you had better pray her majesty’s health picks back up soon.”

Marcassin found Swaine sitting atop the roof of the city, his brown eyes full of sadness as he stared towards the east. “ It’s been four months since I’ve seen her, Marcassin. I don’t know if I can hold to the ban the council placed on me any more. I have this feeling she needs me...” Swaine said softly, his eyes focused on something in his hands as he looked down. He had sent letters to the council every week for the last four months asking them to overturn the ban. The last letter he had received; which had been a week ago, had told him that the only chance of a reversal happening would be for the peace talks to be concluded.
Marcassin’s long locks swayed in the wind. “ I understand. I wish there was more I could do...” he stopped mid sentence as he saw a flash of light below and he looked over the edge. Aden? “ Gascon, come back to the palace. It’s about to storm and I don’t want you out here.” Marcassin said, pulling his brother to his feet.
Swaine shook his head. “ Fine...” he acquiesced, his eyes down cast. He was holding a band of white gold set with a diamond and two peridots; their birthstones, and he put it back into his pocket. As long as the council still had that bastard Lord Eran on it, Swaine would never stand a chance.

Marcassin and Swaine stepped into the study only to find Aden there waiting for them. “ Your highnesses, I apologize for the unannounced visit, but the reason is of a nature most urgent.” Aden said. “ Marcassin, we need to finish the treaty today, and Gascon, please, pack your bag with much haste. You are going to deliver the treaty to Amara. This way the council can’t turn you away from the palace. Go! We don’t have much time! The three days I have been gone are already much too long as it stands.”
Swaine could hear the urgency in Aden’s voice and quickly left to do as he was told. What in the devil was going on?
Aden’s eyes turned to Marcassin. “ I’ve done all I can in the time he has been forced away from her, but I fear I am running out of options. Do you remember one of the provisions we spoke of?”
Marcassin nodded. “ What is happening in Evesta, Aden? You kept it from Gascon, why?”
Aden sighed and looked to the floor as if it pained him to even consider the reality. “ Amara is dying, Marcassin...I can’t tell your brother the gravity of the situation...Not yet, if at all...” Aden replied.
Marcassin’s blue eyes went wide. “ She was the picture of health four months ago, what happened?”
“ It happens to the elves...It takes them many years to find the one they truly love, but if their loved one is taken in a tragic manner, not unlike the way Gascon was forced from Amara, their broken heart slowly kills them. Most of them don’t make it a year...” Aden hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes. “ Now, onto...”
Marcassin pulled a scroll from the top drawer of his desk. “ I have it right here, provisions and all. I had several iterations written up just in case. Just let me sign it really quick and the two of you can be on your way.”
Swaine rushed back into the room, dropping his travel pack into the chair nearest to Aden and he quickly tied back his shoulder length locks. He had quickly washed his hair and had shaven before anything else. He pulled on his jacket and his bright brown eyes looked to Aden expectantly. “ What is going on, Aden.” he demanded. Something was wrong with Amara, that was the only reason Aden would be here, Swaine knew that. It seemed as if his gut had been right about the half elven queen needing him. But what was wrong?
“ I’ll explain once we get back to Evesta.”
Marcassin rolled the scroll and sealed it with magic. This would prevent his brother from snooping. “ Make sure Amara reads this the minute you get it to her.” he said imperiously.
Swaine nodded. He would after he kissed her senseless first, and depending on what room they were in... “ I’ll be back soon, Marcassin.” he said, exiting the study behind Aden.
No he wouldn’t, Marcassin mused as he smirked and looked at the door knowingly.

Aden quickly marched to Amara’s room. He needed to get her presentable. His hand wrapped around the knob and Aden groaned as he found it locked, again. He let himself in after spelling the lock open, and he heard her crying softly into the darkness. Aden’s heart wrenched in his chest at the sound and he sat on the bed beside her. She must have sent Dagaron off not that long ago, as he could still smell the oils the elf king anointed himself with. “ Amara...I hate to disturb you. Marcassin and I finished the treaty yesterday and it’s ready for you to sign it. Come on now...”
Amara felt a little strengthened at the thought of seeing Marcassin. She could ask him about how Swaine was doing and ask him to deliver a message for her. Nodding her head, Amara began climbing from the bed. She definitely felt more like herself the more she thought of the youngest of the porcine princes. It would be good to see him again, and he could tell her if Swaine had been into any mischief as of late. “ I’ll be there within the hour. Have him meet me in the sitting room overlooking the garden.” Amara replied, wiping away her tears.
Aden nodded. “ As you wish, your majesty.” he said with a bow, and he was smiling the entire time.

Amara was sitting in her favorite chair as she looked out over the garden. It was a dreary afternoon, and a light snow had begun to fall. And to think, I used to love Christmas time...she thought, her heart full of melancholy as she smoothed the wrinkles from her gown. She was dressed in a lovely shade of red, and it did wonders to bring out the green in her eyes. She heard a knock at the door and stood up with her back to the door as she stared out the window.
“ Enter.” She commanded, her voice full of strength despite her weariness. If she still felt up to it, maybe she’d go walk around the garden later. Like Gascon and I used to do before he left...she thought miserably. She had entertained the idea of leaving Cygnus to go to Hamelin, but her magic hadn’t been the same in the last few months. She didn’t want to cast a travel spell and drown because she hadn’t made it to the Autumnian shores. Not only that, the majority of the council didn’t want her to leave if she was in poor health, as they feared the worst would happen if she were to leave by ship.
“ Your majesty.” came the polite greeting.
Amara stiffened at the voice she heard. She knew that voice! Her heart began racing in her chest and she spun around quickly, unwilling to believe her ears. She looked over to the door a moment and saw Aden closing it, winking at her all the same. She was going to either kiss him or kill him when she saw him next. “ Gascon...” she whispered, hurriedly crossing the room over to him.
Swaine caught Amara in his arms as hers wrapped around his chest. “ Amara, I’m so sorry I...” He began, only to be silenced by her lips crashing over his. He groaned into her mouth as he held her to him tightly, and Amara pulled away from him.
“ Don’t apologize...None of this is your fault.” Amara whispered against his lips. She had forgotten that one of the restrictions was he could only come here on official business. Oh it was on now...
“ Amara...Marcassin told me to have you read this as soon as I could hand it to you. Besides, I’m certain that there will be a guard entering the room soon.” Swaine’s voiced sounded pained at the thought of having to let her go.
Amara swore under her breath. She had forgotten about that too. “ Very well then. Hand it here, Gascon.” Amara ordered. She was certainly starting to feel more like her old self now. Odd, she had felt as if she didn’t even have the strength to stand just yesterday, hell just this morning if she were honest.
Swaine smirked. Amara had certainly settled into her role as queen fairly well. His brown eyes swept over her in her grace and glory, thinking he had never seen her look so beautiful with clothing on. He much preferred the beauty he saw in her behind closed doors.
Amara removed the enchantments that Marcassin had placed upon the scroll and her sharp eyes began looking over everything. The provisions they had agreed upon were there, but Marcassin always insisted that there was something missing that he was waiting on Amara to ask for; which is what she was looking for specifically. That was the only reason their peace talks had taken as long as it had, and she figured Marcassin must have finally put it in there himself when his patience with her had grown thin. She wondered what Aden had said to get him to finish it.
Swaine watched as Amara walked around the room as she read, and his curiosity rose as she suddenly came to a stop, her eyes going wide as she pulled the scroll straight and brought it closer to her as if she may have misread it. “ Amara?” he called to her even as he took a few tentative steps toward her.
Amara began swaying on her feet and crumpled to the floor in a faint, although she was lucky Swaine had been there to catch her.
Swaine’s eyes went wide as Amara fell to the floor and he swiftly caught her before she could do so. Scooping her into his arms, Swaine quickly laid her on the sofa and he looked around frantically for something to fan her with. He needn’t have worried as Amara started coming to, and Swaine picked up the scroll where Amara had dropped it. His eyes scanned the section she had been reading, trying to find what would have pulled such a reaction from her.
Trade routes, exchange program...Aha! The only provision that Hamelin and the Porcine Empire require of Evesta for there to be peace between the two nations is the immediate marriage of her royal majesty, Queen Amara Ivette Debrotane to the eldest son of House Moritan, his royal highness Prince Gascon! “ I am going to kill him once I get my hands on him!” Swaine laughed, even as he set the treaty down.
Amara was just coming to full wakefulness as she sat up on the sofa. “ Please tell me I read that correctly.” she pleaded as Swaine joined her on the couch and he wrapped his arms around her.
Swaine kissed her deeply in his excitement. “ You did..I swear, when I get my hands on Marcassin..”
“ And Aden too you realize.” Amara interjected. Her eyes were shining brightly. The council could not refuse this!
Swaine smirked. Both of them had to have thought about this at least once for them to have already had it drawn up. He had only been gone twenty minutes at best when Aden had told him to hurry and Marcassin had been signing the treaty when he had rushed back in. “ They planned this from the get go.” he whispered in realization.
Amara gave a frustrated little shriek and she laughed at the same time. “ I swear...If that is what your brother was waiting for me to ask for all this time...I...” she began, though Swaine cut her off mid sentence as his lips crashed against hers in their mutual excitement. Her arms wrapped around his neck the longer they stayed connected and Amara began leaning back against the sofa. It had been so long since she had immersed herself in the love she felt for him, had felt so alive and ready to take on the world. Right now, the only thing she wanted was him. A knock was heard on the door and the two quickly broke apart to make it appear they were only reading over the contract in hand.
“ Your majesty.” Martin said, winking at them both. “ Your highness.” He gave them a curt bow and shut the door behind him.
“ Thank you Martin, you’re just in time. I need you to have my cousin summon the council immediately if you would please.” Amara said. Just because she was a queen didn’t mean that she lost her manners after all.
“ At once, your majesty.” Martin replied with a smile. “ That may take about an hour or two. Can I trust that the both of you will be alright alone?”
Swaine smirked. “ I believe I’ll go with you to find Lord Debrotane. Your majesty? If you would just sign at the bottom please?” he said politely, his voice calm despite the joy he felt bursting within him.
Amara summoned a quill and with a quick flourish, her name and title were imprinted on the page and a white light surrounded the scroll, binding all parties to the provisions of the treaty. She cast a replicate spell on it so that she would have her own copy and handed the original back to Swaine. “ I guess I shall be seeing you soon then.” Amara whispered.
“ Of course, your majesty.” Swaine purred, bowing to her and kissing the back of her hand as he did so. “ Until next we meet.”
Amara colored slightly and smiled brightly. The minute Swaine and Martin had left the room, she gave a rather unladylike hollar and quickly gathered the front of her gown as she sped for the council chamber.

Aden was already there waiting with the majority of the council when Amara came in, her green eyes full of vivacity and light again.
“ I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you!” she hissed as she approached her cousin, drawing him to his feet and hugging him tightly. “ Both of you for that matter!”
“ Marcassin had his own reasons really, although Preston Eran is not going to like it one bit...” Aden whispered in return.
Marcassin had met a lovely young maid named Evelyn in the time he and his brother had come from Hamelin for Amara’s coronation. It was needless to say that cupid had struck the young prince square in the ass the moment their eyes had met. Evelyn was the eldest daughter of Preston Eran however, which made courting her a problem indeed. Despite what her father had done to him, Swaine had not held it against Evelyn as he saw the happiness she brought to Marcassin. That was the only thing he could ask of her after all.
Amara’s eyes sparkled brightly as the last members of the council took their seats. “ Gentlemen, I thank you all for convening on such a short notice. I would like to inform all of you that the peace treaty between Hamelin and Evesta has been finalized and signed.”
“ Who bore the treaty here then? A member of House Moritan had to be present for the signing after all.” Richard asked, though he was smirking all the while. He knew damn well who was here for the queen to be as full of life as she was when she had been bedridden not even the day before.
“ That would be me, gentlemen.” Swaine said, giving the council a low bow as he was brought into the room. “ It has come to my understanding that there are eight new faces here in the room. My name is Prince Gascon Moritan of Hamelin. Forgive me for the interruption, but I was hoping to have a word with Lord Debrotane.”
“ If you will just have a seat in the corner, Prince Gascon, we should not be too long.” Aden said with a smile. “ Another matter that needs to be addressed now that the treaty has been signed is the restrictions that were unfairly levied against his highness. I put forward the motion to have them dropped completely.”
Now that there wasn’t any need of fearing any sort of attack from Hamelin, the motion passed unanimously.
Swaine sighed a little in relief. Now he and Amara could have some much needed alone time later on. He had missed her terribly over the last four months.
“ Your majesty, what were the provisions that you and Prince Marcassin agreed upon in order to secure the treaty? I know you mentioned that he had rejected every draft you sent to him with the claim that he was waiting for something specific to come up.” asked Mikhail Auswinter. He was one of the four men who had stood up for Swaine when Preston had put forward the restrictions.
Amara smile seemed to be shining in her eyes. “ Apparently there was only one thing Prince Marcassin was waiting for from me, and I was too blind to see it until he set the provision himself. If you’ll allow me to quote the treaty gentlemen.” Amara began, unrolling the scroll.
“ The only provision that Hamelin and the Porcine Empire require of Evesta for there to be peace between the two nations is the immediate marriage of her royal majesty, Queen Amara Ivette Debrotane to the eldest son of House Moritan, his royal highness Prince Gascon.” Amara read clearly and concisely.
The other three men who had been present during Swaine’s petition to marry Amara all laughed and clapped in approval. It seemed as if Marcassin had help in pulling a fast one on the rest of the council.
“ And you approved of this measure, your majesty?” came the voice of David Charn, the newest, and relatively youngest member of her council.
“ Yes I did Lord Charn. For the eight of you who were recently brought on, Prince Gascon and I have been courting for well over a year now and he petitioned the council unsuccessfully four months ago for my hand in marriage, and in that same meeting had the restrictions placed upon him by your predecessors. In hindsight, it was nothing more than a ploy to get him out of the picture so that I might consider courting a son of evestan blood...” Amara trailed off here as she looked over her shoulder to Swaine. “ I love him with everything in me to give...In essence, it’s not Hamelin demanding that I marry the eldest son of House Moritan because they want one of their house in a position of power...Instead it’s giving me the one thing my heart desires most in this world and Marcassin knows this....” She slowly crossed the room over to Swaine as she spoke and he stood quickly as Amara took his hands in hers. “ It gives me the man who inadvertently stole my heart last year.”
Swaine smiled softly even as he kissed her fingers gently.
“ And you agree to this as well your highness?”
“ I wouldn’t have petitioned for her hand four months ago if I didn’t love her, Lord Charn.” Swaine replied softly, his eyes not once leaving Amara’s
“ What the hell are we waiting for? We have a wedding to plan and another coronation to set up!” Richard boomed happily. “ When would you like to have it announced to the people your majesty?”
Amara chuckled as did the majority of the council. “ Once the weather is a bit warmer. I know the treaty said immediate, but I would like to set a date following my elvish heritage.”
Swaine nodded in understanding. “ The vernal equinox then?”
Amara nodded. “ Now, I believe that covers everything. If you all would please excuse me, I have to depart quickly for Hamelin...”
Swaine followed Amara out the door. What in the devil could she be going to Hamelin for?

Marcassin was sitting in his study when a flurry of knocks tapped against his door and Swaine swept in without the word to enter. “ Well?”
Amara followed closely behind him in a subdued traveling gown and she rushed behind the desk to hug Marcassin tightly. “ I told Aden the same thing. I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you for the stunt the two of you pulled today.” Amara said, her emerald eyes alight with excitement.
“ I would hope not the latter, if anything your majesty.” came a soft sweet voice like a bell.
Marcassin immediately went on point and his blue eyes brightened as Evelyn entered the room, her hands clasped daintily before her. Not paying any heed to either his brother or the woman who would soon be his sister in law, Marcassin jumped over his desk and pulled Evelyn into a kiss that made her melt against him almost instantaneously.
Swaine smirked at this. He had no clue his little brother had it in him. “ We should let them be, Amara.” he whispered as he leaned in close to her.
Amara nodded and followed Swaine from the study. The last time she had been here was nearly two years ago when she had been summoned back courtesy of Aden. Amara smiled as they came upon a painting, and Swaine looked up at the eyes of his father as they looked off regally into the distance, his hand on his mother’s shoulder as he and Marcassin as they were as children sat in her lap. Despite everything, they had been a happy family until the war.
“ I left the empire for fifteen years in order find my place in it like my father said I needed to do, and to do something that would have done him proud...” Swaine whispered. He felt his chest swell with pride as he looked down at Amara. “ I believe this is what he meant, Amara. My place is at your side.”
Amara smiled and pulled her intended down for a kiss. “ I’m sure he’s proud of everything you’ve done, Gascon, despite some of the things you may not be proud of...”
Swaine smiled and pulled Amara tight against him. “ I don’t know about that Amara..” he began, his eyes falling on a niche nearby. “ But I do know that you’re about to get waylaid here in a moment.” he whispered sexily in her ear as he smirked and gathered her into his arms.
Amara gave a slight gasp in surprise and groaned passionately as Swaine’s lips crashed against hers. “ You had better get me to your bedroom before you even think of undoing that belt buckle.” Amara purred, her eyes hot as she looked up at him.
“ Who said anything about that?” Swaine purred. “ I’m not taking you until we get back to Evesta, Amara...”
Amara’s eyes narrowed on the man she would be marrying in a few months time. “ Oh really?” Amara said, her eyes narrowed at the thinly veiled challenge. She quickly cast the travel rune with her hands behind Swaine’s back and the two of them disappeared in a blinding flash of light.

Marcassin held Evelyn tightly to him contentedly, smiling brightly as her silver eyes met his. Well, he could now understand why his brother had fallen for Amara as hard as he had. Marcassin’s head popped up. Thinking of, where had Swaine and Amara gotten to?
“ Evelyn? Did you happen to see which way Amara and Gascon went to?” Marcassin said, blushing that he had completely ignored the two of them the moment his paramour had entered the room.
“ Not really. I was a bit more focused on you than her majesty to be honest, Marc.” Evelyn said sheepishly, blushing herself.
“ Knowing those two, they probably left to head back...” Marcassin muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “ I’ll have a guest room prepared for you.”
Evelyn smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “ Thank you sweetheart.” Evelyn said. “ Why would they leave me behind however?”
“ More than likely as a thank you...You see...” Marcassin began, sitting Evelyn down to explain everything to her. More than likely Amara and Swaine had swept back off to Evesta and were probably in the privacy of her chambers at that moment.
And he hit the nail right on the head as Amara pinned Swaine to the bed, her mouth ravaging his as her hips met Swaine’s furiously.
Hot damn Swaine should have challenged her like this sooner...She became a tigress in bed and he was loving every minute of it.
Marcassin shook his head to clear it a moment and turned back to Evelyn. That was not an image he wanted in his mind. “ Come on dearest, we should probably get something to eat.”

Swaine panted against Amara’s neck as both of them struggled to catch their breath. He had managed to turn the tide as it were when Amara had orgasmed the first time as he had flipped them over. This allowed him to claim Amara very, very thoroughly.
“ That...was beyond intense Gascon.” Amara said, smiling despite herself as she nuzzled his neck.
“ You started it.” Swaine replied, pressing his lips to her temple lovingly. He practically jumped as Amara goosed him and he chuckled. Damn had he missed her.
Amara couldn’t help but think the same thing.
It took a few moments, but Swaine finally stood and grabbed his pants from where they had been discarded carelessly on the floor. He reached into the pocket, smiling softly as he threw them back to the floor and he laid back down beside Amara. “ I wanted to give this to you on your birthday Amara.” he said, drawing her in close and kissing her tenderly. He picked up her left hand and kissed each of her fingertips as Amara’s eyes watched him intently, and she smiled as Swaine slide the ring he had made for her onto her finger.
“ Both our birthstones?” she asked, inspecting it further. Her fingers ran over the stones delicately as her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. He had been planning on proposing then?
Swaine nodded as he relaxed into the pillows, his eyes closing for a moment. What was it with the two of them having to be constantly separated? It didn’t matter any more. He was never leaving again. Ever.
Amara settled against his chest, sighing contentedly as she began dozing off listening to his heartbeat. She would have to ask Aden why it had been so imperative to get the treaty done later, she mused tiredly, and she felt Swaine’s grip on her tighten a little. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms, not caring if anyone saw them as they were. They had the rest of their lives now, that’s all that mattered.

Amara was a bundle of nerves as she walked about the antechamber she was in as Penny tried to get her into her wedding dress.
“ Your majesty please! Would you stand still long enough to let me get your gown on you?!” Penny cried out. “ I only have three more hours to get you ready and I still need to weave your veil in with the flowers! You are due to walk down the aisle at ten sharp!”
“ I’m wound up too much Pen...I think I need a shot or something. I know it’s early, but..” Amara groaned out. “ Go see Gascon and see if he has something in his room. I’m positive he’s drinking at this very moment!”
Penny chuckled as she shook her head and curtsied to her queen. “ At once your majesty.”

Swaine was pacing just as much in the opposite antechamber, much to Marcassin’s amusement. “ Am I really doing this?” he said, running his fingers through his locks. Swaine’s shirt was unbuttoned at the top three buttons; though Amara loved it when he left his shirt like this, and he was toying with the leather thong that would hold his hair back in both his hands nervously.
A knock sounded through the room and Swaine jumped visibly. Cursing himself for being so wound up, Swaine went to the bottle of spirits on the table and poured himself a healthy glass as Marcassin opened the door with a chuckle.
“ Your highness.” Penny said, curtsying politely to Marcassin. “ Excuse me, Prince Gascon? I have a request from her majesty if you would be able to indulge her.”
“ What is it, Penny?” Swaine said, knocking back the liquor and savoring the burn as it went down. That did the trick.
“ She requests that you share whatever libations your are taking part of. She’s more wound up than a bumbler making honey if you pardon the expression.”
Swaine chuckled and poured his bride a healthy glass. It seemed as if they were both nervous. As much as they had wanted a private wedding, theirs could be no such thing. Not with all the delegates and officials they had needed to invite. They would be leaving later for their cottage for their honeymoon, and Swaine could not wait. He was ready to get out of the public eye for a month or two.
“ Here you go Penny. Please tell Amara that everything will be alright and that I’ll be seeing her shortly.” Swaine said sweetly.
“ Of course, your highness.” she gave a hurried curtsy and dashed from the room. She needed to get this to Amara to calm her down.

Amara knocked back the contents of the glass the minute Penny handed it to her and Amara groaned at the welcome burn. “ That did the trick.” Amara said in relief. Liquid courage at it’s finest after all.
“ No disrespect intended your majesty....But now that you’ve got that worked out of your system, would you please allow me to get into your wedding gown and then finish up everything else I need to do?” Penny cried in exasperation.

Swaine was in the midst of discussing things with the priest that would be conducting the ceremony when Penny came in from the antechamber to the left, whispering that the queen was ready to walk whenever they were ready.
“ Very well, please inform her majesty that we will commence with the ceremony in five minutes.” the priest said kindly.
They were the longest five minutes of Swaine’s life.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bridal march started playing and Swaine was floored the minute Amara came into view at the other end of the aisle as the double doors opened.
Was he sure he hadn’t died and gone to heaven? For Swaine was certain that the vision that was approaching him was surely an angel.
Amara’s eyes were locked to his as she approached the altar and Swaine took her hands in his. If the look on his face said anything to those gathered, the young evestan queen would forever be loved by the man who would be shortly crowned her king.
Their vows were spoken to one another so tenderly, and with such feeling that the majority of the women gathered that day were reduced to tears. Even Penny was softly crying from her place in the first row.
Finally, the words Swaine had been waiting for all morning were spoken.
“ Your highness...If it pleases you, you may now kiss your bride.” the priest said with a smile.
Swaine smiled brightly as he drew Amara’s veil over her head and swept her into his arms as Amara’s wrapped around his neck. Their lips met passionately, though briefly as Swaine picked her up and spun Amara around for good measure.
Finally, their struggle was over, and they had the rest of their lives together.
“ Before we get too carried away now, there’s still the matter of your coronation.” the priest said softly as Swaine lowered his head down to kiss Amara again.
“ Of course...” Swaine replied, smirking as he quickly kissed his bride again. He took to a single knee and took a steadying breath. He was in this with Amara every step of the way as he had promised her over two years ago.
The coronation went smoothly, and Swaine felt a wave of magic settle over him as the evestan crown was placed on his head. This was it.
Swaine slowly and surely recanted his part of the ritual, his tawny eyes closed as he strove to keep his concentration. The magic that had settled over him suddenly flashed a bright white as it enveloped him again. He had remembered this happening when Amara had taken the throne last August.
“ It is my pleasure to introduce to you their royal majesties, Gascon and Amara, the king and queen of Evesta.” the priest called out to those gathered, a smile on his face as he did so.
Amara’s arms wrapped themselves around Swaine’s neck again in her excitement and he kissed her lovingly. In all his years, Swaine would have never thought that he would ever be in this position. Hell, he would have never thought that he would have actually found someone to love.

The reception was nothing short of a lighthearted affair, and the evestans were celebrating in the streets as well for the coronation of their new king as well as the queen’s marriage. It was a party that lasted almost an entire week.
Swaine and Amara had to take the first dance; something that Amara had been working with her beloved on since his return in December to her side, and the two were all smiles as they stepped in time to the music. Swaine was chancing little twirls and twists with his new wife as she laughed, Amara’s bright green eyes locked to his as Swaine lifted her and spun her about.
Marcassin and Evelyn soon joined them on the floor, the two of them smiling nearly as brightly as the bride and groom as the men switched partners for only a moment.
Amara’s gown was twirling like a blossom on the breeze as her dance partner wheeled her across the floor expertly and she was handed back off to her new husband. More couples started taking to the floor as the merriment grew and Swaine pulled Amara off the floor, kissing her tenderly as they stood off on the sidelines.
Amara and Swaine weren’t able to steal away from the reception until well after four in the afternoon, and even then the party showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Swaine winked at Penny as the maid covertly set their travel bags behind them and whispered into his wife’s ear. There was some serious honeymooning afoot now.
Amara smiled and quickly managed to get everyone’s attention. “ Excuse me!” she called out. “ My husband and I wish to thank all of you for coming; and please, don’t allow our absence to stop the celebrations, but there’s a quaint little cottage waiting for us at the moment. We’re heading off on our honeymoon, so farewell to all of you and thank you again!”
Catcalls and cheers met the couple as Swaine quickly swept his bride off the chair she had stood on to make her announcement and he carried her out of the hall and into the garden as Amara kissed him deeply. Her hands were tracing the travel rune behind his neck and the newlyweds disappeared in a flash of light.
One chapter of their lives had closed today, and a new one that they would forge together had begun.
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