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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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Chapter 2: Getting Settled
Marcassin looked at his brother and his companion as they spoke in hushed tones over a map they were looking over. He did not like the idea of Swaine tramping across the world with this stranger, but there was little Marcassin could do to stop him. Marcassin was the heir apparent to the throne after all. Swaine wasn’t bound to stay if he didn’t want to. “ Are you nearly ready?” he asked them both, his voice tight.
Swaine folded the map and Amara tucked it away into the bag she had been provided with. “ As ready as we can be.” Swaine admitted. He had the majority of the coin that he had saved up sitting at the very bottom of his bag. It was quite a hefty sum. He and Amara had their work cut out for them when they got to the cottage for that matter though. He needed to expand it to accommodate her.
Amara sighed a little as she looked over Marcassin. “ Your highness. I wish there was something I could do to put your fears at ease.” she said sincerely. She had heard the two of them fighting in Marcassin’s study last night when she had been looking for Swaine to double check with him on something and had felt nothing short of guilty for it. Needless to say, Amara had not asked Swaine what she had needed.
“ If the mists to the east protecting us don’t drop anytime soon, then I’ll consider it again. But I would not risk anything to chance.” Marcassin replied. “ Step close. I’m going to use the spell now.”
Amara rolled her eyes, only to have them go wide in amazement as Marcassin traced the rune for the travel spell. “ How...” she began. A blinding white light enveloped the three of them and Amara looked around amazedly as it died away. “ ...Is that glowing?” They were in a completely different place now! How in the name of George C. Scott had that happened?!
Swaine smirked at her and shook his head. “ I know I told you more than once. To not believe in magic here is foolish. It’s everywhere you turn around, Amara.” he said, mirth evident as he spoke to her.
Marcassin’s brow rose curiously at the young woman with them. She didn’t believe in magic? She’d certainly learn quickly here. His blue eyes locked to his brother’s tersely and Swaine bristled at the blatant disapproval he saw in Marcassin’s eyes.
“ I’ll keep in touch, Marcassin.” Swaine said shortly. “ Come on, Amara.” He gently took her by the arm as he led her into town and looked over his shoulder as Marcassin disappeared in another flash of light. He needed to get the supplies they would need to stock the larder with for their stay.
“ What’ll happen if the mists do fall?” Amara said, her voice full of worry. She couldn’t shake the nagging feeling from her that there was so much more to this Evesta business than what met their eyes.
Swaine shook his head in disbelief. “ Don’t tell me that you believe his nonsense.” he said, turning to her. His gaze was a bit harsher than he intended, but Swaine didn’t want Amara feeling as if she were a leper. Hell, the last three days he had spent in her company was enough for them to forge a fast friendship. Her personality, when she allowed it to shine through, was bright, inquisitive and Swaine found that Amara loved to laugh; and he had no qualms in making her do just that. She definitely made him miss Oliver a bit. The boy hadn’t visited in a few months.
Amara sighed heavily as she kept pace with Swaine. “ You explained the concept of soulmates to me. If I’m someone’s soulmate from this world, an evestan’s soulmate for that matter, what does that ultimately translate to?” she reasoned. “ In essence, wouldn’t that make me what he claims me to be?” Amara didn’t want anything to happen to Swaine’s home just because of her ill timed arrival. She’d forever feel the guilt if the evestans were able to attack again.
“ I can’t answer that, only because I don’t know. Marcassin would, but then again, he’s the egghead of a sage. As for what’ll happen if the mists fall...I could only imagine the worst that Marcassin would do is hold you completely responsible. I won’t let him near you though if that ever happens though. You’re innocent in all this.” Swaine replied with conviction.
Amara’s head hung low again as they weaved their way through the crowd. She could only hope nothing happened at all.

Amara was cursing Swaine as they ran and she quickly jumped up a set of mushrooms creating a staircase. Swaine had purchased her some proper travel clothing in Ding Dong Dell, and it was certainly coming in handy now as she would have fallen behind if she was wearing a dress. “ I’m going to kill you once we’re safe again!” she seethed over her shoulder, her verdant eyes full of the promise of violence.
Swaine smirked even as he turned mid stride to shoot at their pursuers. “ C’mon Amara! A little adventure never hurt anyone!” he called back to her over his shoulder. He had a few jars of bumbler honey under his other arm and they were currently being chased by the workers of the hive that he had filched it from.
Amara could hear the worker’s enraged shouts and curses at them and she narrowed her eyes as she thought of something that might be enough to stop the chase. Sarge had better have been right about his master. Amara slide to a halt and allowed Swaine to pass her, her eyes narrowing on the bumblers before her as she squared her stance dominantly. Amara made quite an imposing figure despite her diminutive height. Swaine had a whole head and a half on her after all.
“ That’s enough!” she bellowed, and the bumblers stopped in their tracks.
Thieves! Give it back now! one of the bumblers cried angrily.
“ Whoa now little guy. I told him to ask you guys before he took the honey from the hive. I may not have been here long, but I can tell that you critters are much more intelligent than you seem.” Amara shot Swaine a dirty look as she said this part. “ The only reason we took as much as we did was because a friend of his needs it to make some medicine for some sick people.” This was a white lie of course. Swaine just had a sweet tooth and loved the honey.
The bumblers looked at each other as they mumbled amongst themselves while Swaine stared at Amara in wonder. He knew she couldn’t use magic, and yet she was able to communicate with the wild life? Now that was amazing, he mused as Amara finagled with the creatures. She stomped over to him and took two of the jars out from under his arm and took them back to the bumblers.
“ I’m sorry about all this.” she said to them. “ Thank you for allowing us to keep the other two jars.”
The bumbler buzzed something and Amara turned bright red in embarrassment. “ No! You misunderstand...He’s just a new friend.” Swain smirked at the look on her face. Apparently they had surmised that he and Amara were together. They buzzed something else at her and she chuckled at this. “ That he is. Again thank you.”
“ Interesting talent you have there, Amara.” Swaine said appraisingly. “ Thought you said you don’t believe in magic.”
“ I don’t. I’ve always been able to talk to and understand them though. For as far back as I can remember.” Amara replied, rolling her eyes at her companion.
" And how long would that be?" Swaine asked. Amara had yet to tell him her story.
" Since I was about five or six I think. Everything else before that is hazy at best. I remember waking up in a hospital and once they determined that I was an orphan, I was sent to one of the orphanages in the city." Amara said softly as they began walking again. " The only way we knew what my name was was because of a necklace I was wearing when I was found. Even then, I still wear it to this day. It’s the only real clue I have to my past." Amara said obliquely as Swaine tucked the jars of honey into his bag. She really was going to kill him when they stopped for the night. The nerve of him.
Swaine shook his head sadly. It sounded as if she had been abandoned. " Did you ever find out what happened to your parents?" he asked, turning a corner and the walking backwards to look at her as they spoke.
Amara shook her head no. " They couldn't find any record of a Debrotane in any of the systems, although it was the early nineties. If I hadn't wound up here a week ago, I probably could have started looking for them. The technology is much more advanced since then."
That cinched it for Swaine about his theory that Amara was from another time all together. Oliver said it was the early nineteen seventies in Motorville. " What year was it when you appeared?" Swaine’s brown eyes settled on Amara as they walked side by side at this point.
" Two thousand thirteen ad. Why do you ask?" Amara was curious at this point.
" A friend of mine hails from the same world you're from. Just in a different time. Magic certainly is interesting in it's ways." he mused this last part aloud.
Amara shook her head. Despite what she had seen already, she wasn't quite convinced that magic truly existed. Now when she saw someone brought to full health from the brink of death. That would definitely convince her.
Swaine smirked at Amara's reaction and got ahead of her a bit again. He had been through this forest so many times Swaine could walk it blindfolded. " You'll see. Magic is as natural here as breathing. Hell, even you could learn it if you wanted."
" Do you know any then?"
" I don't have any talent for the stuff my brother knows, but my brother and my friends Oliver and Esther do. I have a little that I can utilize with my gun however." Swaine turned back around as they came to another set of mushroom steps. " Watch the one in the middle. It's a bit on the crooked side." he warned.
Amara deftly made her way up and slipped slightly when she reached the top. Swaine quickly grabbed her hand before she fell and Amara shook her head at her clumsiness. " Thank you."
" Not a problem." Swaine replied with a smirk.
Three days later found them at the shore line they needed to leave off of and Swaine uncovered the rowboat he used to get to and fro. Once Amara was settled in, he pushed them into the deep water and shrugged off his jacket. " See that island right over there? That's it." His voice was excited as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms, and took either oar in hand.
Amara nodded, smiling as she did so. They're adventure was almost at an end it seemed.
Amara was surprised by how quaint the cottage was when they finally arrived. There was already lumber to be used for building set off in the back and Swaine smiled. It seemed as if everything was arriving when he needed it to. There were baskets of foodstuffs, along with the other things that they had purchased in Ding Dong Dell that had fresh footprints beside them and Swaine opened the door to lead Amara inside. " It's not as grand as the palace in Hamelin of course, but it's home. Took me about three years to build though, considering I was by myself for the most part."
Amara nodded and looked around there were three doors leading off of the main room. Two of which she surmised were his bedroom and a bathroom, the third she wasn't so sure. She found out later on that it was Swaine's study, and he had a plethora of books she couldn't wait to get her hands on to read. Some of the titles were fascinating.
The two fell into an easy routine together, though Swaine had a hell of a time sleeping as he let Amara use his bedroom until such was the point that they finished building hers. He quickly learned that she had no qualms helping with the manual labor entailed with adding the extension to the cottage, and that she was a quick study to boot. By the months end they had walls up and the supports for the roof already set, and while Swaine was up top adding the shingles to the roof, Amara was down below setting the floor into place. Amara refused to go up to any high places.
Swaine was also very thankful that Amara knew how to cook, as she had been on her own since she was sixteen years old. He was constantly praising her skills, although teasing her for some of the dishes that she had failed to get a grasp on making, most of them of Hamelin design. Amara gave as good as she got though, and before both of them realized it, three months had already passed by when they finally finished her bedroom.
Amara looked around at their handiwork and smiled to herself as Swaine finished setting her bedroom door on it's hinge. He had already set up the frame for her bed and Amara was only waiting on her mattress to be delivered when the ship came. She had already taken the liberty of sewing her bed sheets and fashioning a heavy quilt for when the winter came and had already set her things into her armoire. " Not bad for three months worth of work." she said as Swaine tested the latch.
" Not at all. I was worried it would take longer, but you certainly catch on quick. The ship should be making the delivery tomorrow, weather notwithstanding of course." Swaine replied, nodding as the door opened and closed smoothly. Just one more night on that damn sofa! That’s all he had to endure now and then he would have his privacy again.
Amara smirked and bumped Swaine's shoulder with her own. " You'll be glad to have your bed back I'm sure." she said, echoing his exact thoughts at the moment.
" I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." he replied with a chuckle, bumping her back. His neck was killing him from having slept on his sofa so long.
Amara sighed a little heavily. " I can't believe I've been here four months already." It hadn't taken much for her to adjust either. The only thing she really missed was the internet.
Swaine nodded and walked over to the cupboard. “ I think this calls for a celebration, Amara.”
Amara leaned against the door jam and shook her head as Swaine pulled out a bottle of spirits. “ I’ll pass, thank you.” She didn’t drink around men for a reason. She learned her lesson the first time.
Swaine looked at her curiously and shrugged. More for him then. “ Not even one glass?” he asked her.
Amara shook her head again even as she smiled. “ No thank you, Swaine. While I do enjoy a glass or five, I make sure to do it alone. I get into less trouble that way.” Amara replied, grabbing her apron as she walked to the stove. She needed to get supper going. “ Any requests?”
Swaine popped the cork and shook his head. “ Whatever you like, Amara. You know I won’t have any complaints.” He thought about what she had just said and looked over to her. “ What do you mean, less trouble?” He was smiling as he allowed the bottle to breathe a bit, and leaned against the table.
Amara blushed a bit. “ You don’t want to know what I’m like once I have a few drinks, Swaine. Trust me.”
“ Pushy?” he offered, his tawny eyes mirthful as he stared at her back.
“ No.”
“ Bossy?”
“ Same thing Swaine.” Amara was starting to get a bit annoyed now.
“ Unbearable?”
“ Not really.” She could feel her temper starting to boil over.
“ Overbearing?” Swaine knew he was giving her nothing but synonyms and he was trying to get her riled up. In fact, he was sure that he already had her, hook, line, and sinker.
“ Flirtatious!” Amara shouted, and then thumped her head against the cutting board. “ Damn it.”
Swaine began laughing uproariously as he held on to the table to support himself. “ You mean...” He stopped a moment to try to calm himself down, though it wasn’t working. “ You drink alone so that you don’t waylay the men?”
Amara started chuckling when he said it that way. “ Yes.” she replied, looking over her shoulder at him. “ I get myself into trouble when I drink, hence why I prefer to do it alone. Don’t even think of trying to get me to tie one on with you either. It won’t work.”
Swaine smirked. If he remembered right, then Amara’s birthday would be coming up in a couple of months. He could try his luck then. He’d let it die for now. “ Fair enough. More for me to enjoy then.” he said, chuckling still as he poured his first glass. He hadn’t had a chance to enjoy a glass or two in a long time.
Amara shook her head mirthfully and went back to fixing their supper as Swaine sipped at his glass. Amara couldn’t lie. She couldn’t wait to see how Swaine was when he had a glass or five.
Amara admitted later that she had more than misjudged Swaine. She learned the hard way that Swaine had a silver tongue that turned platinum when he had more than a few drinks.
“ One glass won’t hurt, ‘Mara.” he purred, causing his housemate to blush to her toes. “ Please?” He had a bit of a drunken flush on his cheeks and his cinnamon eyes glowed like twin suns as he locked them to hers.
“ Swaine, I think you’ve had more than enough.” Amara said, smiling a bit as she gently pulled the glass from his hand. She might have to let him sleep in his bedroom tonight with the hangover he was going to have.
“ Actually, I think I’ll have one more drink.” Swaine leaned in closer to Amara as he leaned over the back of the sofa. He could still move as nimbly as ever, which surprised Amara. He didn’t even move like he had just drank a quarter of the bottle by himself. He reached for the glass in her hand and Swaine caressed the soft skin as he tried to relieve her of it. “ Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” he purred flirtatiously.
Amara smirked. Oh, he was lit alright. “ No, you haven’t. And you’re not getting the glass back either. In fact I think you may need to go lay down.” she insisted, her green eyes mirthful. She had to hurry and lean back as Swaine got nose to nose with her. She looked down and gently unwrapped his fingers from the glass while keeping his attention to her..
“ Just one more glass won’t hurt, love.” Swaine slurred slightly, his chocolate eyes half lidded as he gazed at her. He smirked as he watched Amara blush crimson at their proximity. The red on her cheeks did wonders to bring out her green eyes. Why had Swaine never noticed how beautiful her emerald eyes were before?
“ You’ve definitely had too much, Swaine.” Amara replied, standing up straight with the glass in hand. “ When I get the dishes done, I’m taking you to your bedroom. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”
Swaine pouted as Amara took his wine glass and walked away. He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her walk, entranced by the way her hips swayed from side to side. Maybe Amara was right that he had drank too much, he was starting to find her more attractive than he already did.
Amara already had most of the dishes done by the time she brought Swaine’s wineglass to the sink to wash it. She was in the midst of drying it when she froze in place as Swaine’s arms wrapped around her from behind. “ What are you doing, Swaine?” she stammered, not sure if Swaine was trying to
“ Not sure.” he murmured drunkenly. “ But I like it.” By the ancients, did Swaine like the way she felt in his arms. It had been a while since he had held a woman like this.
Amara found herself blushing again as Swaine turned her in his arms and pinned her between the counter and himself. Her heart was racing at his proximity, beating in a furious staccato against her chest and her green eyes looked up at him nervously. “ Swaine, you’re drunk. Let me get you to bed.”
“ Only if you’re going to join me.” Swaine purred in reply. She felt heavenly in his arms like this. He started leaning in to capture her lips when Amara ducked and wiggled out of his embrace. He stumbled backwards as Amara pulled Swaine by the back of his shirt and marched him to his bedroom. It didn’t take much for Amara to get him into the bed as he groaned in delight at feeling the mattress again. It had been three months since he had the luxury of it. He grabbed Amara’s hand and tried to pull her down with him, only to groan in disappointment as Amara slipped out of his grasp and his head hit the pillows. Swaine sighed as his eyes closed at the feeling and he promptly fell asleep. He really hadn’t been sleeping well in the last few months.
Amara smiled tenderly down at him and shook her head as she pulled the blankets over him. Her fingers brushed a loose curl from his face and she gingerly sat on the side of his bed. Swaine was out like a light after all. “ I’m so damn screwed if you kiss me once. I’d probably fall right into your arms without so much as a second glance.” she murmured under her breath, leaning in closer to him. Amara’s lips brushed his temple and Swaine sighed a little in his sleep. He certainly looked peaceful right now.
Amara breathed in a sigh of relief as she shut the door behind her, thankful that he hadn’t kissed her. That would have made things just a tad uncomfortable with both of them living here. On the same note, Amara mused with a soft smile, he had been slowly stealing her heart. She probably would have loved every moment of it if Swaine had.

Swaine woke up with a groan as the world began spinning around his head and he plopped his face back down into the pillows. Pillows?! He looked frantically around, and sighed in relief. He was in his bed alone, and fully dressed. Swaine wondered how Amara had fared last night and settled back into the bed. He needed to get rid of this hangover first. Damn, how much of the bottle did he drink?
Amara knocked on the door softly and entered the bedroom when Swaine groaned in response. “ Do you want to chance some supper?”
“ Supper? You let me sleep all this time?” Swaine groaned. He hoped the ship hadn’t made the delivery yet.
Amara chuckled. “ I’m teasing, Swaine. It’s only about eleven in the morning. The ship will be here in about an hour judging by how far off it is.” The bed dipped as she sat beside Swaine and smirked. “ I’m very glad that I didn’t take you up on your offer to join in the festivities as it were. You’re wicked when you start drinking.”
Swaine looked at her curiously. “ What did I do? I don’t remember too much at the moment.” He’d recollect everything once his head would stop spinning.
“ You tried plying me with compliments in order to get the glass back, invaded my personal space three times, and then pinned me against the counter in an attempt to kiss me. You also said you wouldn’t go to bed unless I joined you.” Amara said, her green eyes leveled seriously on her housemate.
Swaine groaned again. “ Nevermind. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry about that Amara, I can’t believe I tried that.” His head fell into the pillows miserably at this news. He felt her hand on his shoulder platonically and he turned his bleary brown eyes to her again. As much as he would love to go back to sleep, Swaine wouldn’t be able to.
“ It’s okay Swaine. You’re not the first drunken man I’ve had to fend off. I’ve gotten pretty proficient at it.” Amara said, smirking. “ Besides, I’m the only female contact you’ve had in the last couple of months. It’s only natural you’d try something like that. I don’t think this is going to hamper our friendship in any way.”
Swaine sighed in relief as she said this. It did make a lot of sense. “ What did you have in mind for lunch?” His stomach was growling despite the bit of nausea he felt. He probably only needed a glass of water or two. Swaine felt parched.
“ You’re going to have a sandwich or two and a couple glasses of water. I’ve already taken the liberty of eating. I need to go tend to the garden at the moment, so try to get moving. The ship will be here soon.”
Swaine was feeling better by the time the ship arrived and dropped the final pieces of furniture that they had ordered off. Along with the mattress, Swaine ordered a few plush chairs, two more bookshelves; as every trip to town yielded in Amara getting a new book or five, a small table to put between the chairs and an ottoman. Amara squealed happily as Swaine and Gunther set the bed together. It was the last piece to be brought in and the minute it was down, Amara jumped into it and sighed. That felt heavenly, she mused, not noticing the look she got from Swaine.
Swaine smiled softly as Amara settled against the new mattress and shook his head. He still couldn’t believe he had attempted to seduce her last night. In the three months he and Amara had been living together here, they had gotten to know each other very well. Swaine knew that Amara had yet to even be kissed.
Amara had been frustrating for many a gent that had tried to date her, because she honestly felt that if she didn’t feel it, they wouldn’t get anything from her. Needless to say, Amara had never even kissed anyone yet, much less anything else.
Swaine couldn’t deny that Amara was a beautiful young woman. Nor could he deny that they connected at a personal level. They had a very strong friendship, and Swaine could admit that he wouldn’t mind taking it farther if she ever wanted to. If she didn’t, well, that was alright as well. He sighed in relief as he entered his bedroom. At least he had his privacy back.

Amara was tending to the garden one afternoon when she heard a knock at the cottage door. Turning around she looked curiously towards the the front, and immediately turned back around when she saw who it was. She didn't want to chance hearing what Marcassin would say to her if she were the one to greet him.
Swaine opened the cottage door, and smiled a bit at the sight of his younger brother. Besides Swaine, Marcassin was the only other person to know where the cottage was. " Well, come in. How have things been back in Hamelin?" he asked.
Marcassin sighed and looked around the cottage. Swaine had since added another room and more furniture to accommodate the two of them. " The mists fell shortly after the two of you set off, Gascon. I'm more positive than ever that she is an evestan, though how she got to be here is beyond me. Much less how she found herself in another world." Marcassin replied.
Swaine's mind began percolating and he shook it off. If it truly was the evestan princess that had disappeared when he was a child he would have recognized her rings without a doubt. He had helped his father with them after all. Amara's bands were simple wood, smooth and free of any divots or carvings. He had looked at her hands enough during their hand to hand training. " What's happened since the veil fell?"
" Nothing to be honest. I'm rather surprised at this. I was expecting an attack shortly after they cleared." Marcassin began pacing as he said this and looked to the window. “ I’m still waiting on my spies to get back from Evesta with any word on what is happening over there.”
Swaine nodded. That was good at least. "Keep me posted then..." he said softly, looking out the window at Amara's back as she lovingly attended to her plants. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face as he did so. Amara was certainly something else.
" Please tell me that you're not in love with her, Gascon. " Marcassin said, holding his head in his hands. “ You realize that she is an evestan. There’s no denying it now. There’s nothing good that will come of this, brother, I promise you.”
" No. Just something funny happened is all." Swaine said turning to his brother. " She's not a bad sort you know. Have you tried even talking to her for just a few minutes? The only thing you know of evestans is what the veterans from the war have told you. I can tell you otherwise. King Percivical was a good man. I remember that much. The Evestans were our allies for twenty years before the coup de tat.”
Marcassin shook his head and began heading for the door. The last thing he wanted from his brother was a lecture about being more open minded. " I need to get back to the palace. By the way, I found this with your name on it. It looks like a journal father wrote."
Swaine nodded as Marcassin set it on the table. " I'll try to come by the palace sooner or later in the next few months." Fat chance of that if he couldn’t bring Amara with him. Now that he knew the veil had fallen, he wasn’t going to chance leaving her on her own even for a full day.
Marcassin nodded and walked outside. He looked over where Amara was and chanced it. His brother seemed to think she was a good person and Marcassin trusted his judgement. Besides, what Swaine had said a few moments ago was starting to nag at his conscience. " Amara?"
Amara looked up and brushed a stray lock from her face. " Your highness?" she asked, surprised. She moved to stand and Marcassin stopped her.
" I just came over to apologize for my behavior a few months back. Gascon trusts you, and I trust him. When Gascon decides to come visit you are more than welcome to join him." Marcassin gave her a smile and Amara returned it.
" Thank you, your highness. I hope you have a safe trip back to the palace. The next time you're here, feel free to stay longer. I'd be more than happy to cook supper for the three of us." Amara said kindly. Her eyes conveyed that kindness, and Marcassin noticed this.
" I'll keep that in mind." Marcassin said. " I do need to be heading back. Have a good day."
Amara waved him off and returned to her plants, a smile on her face and one less burden on her shoulders. Maybe things were starting to look up after all. She heard Swaine’s footsteps behind her and looked to her left as he kneeled down beside her.
“ Marcassin told me the veil fell shortly after we left to come here.” Swaine said solemnly, picking up the vegetables Amara was harvesting along with the sprigs of herbs she had cut for their supper that night.
“ What?! He didn’t even say a word about it when he came over a moment ago.” Amara said, fumbling her trowel. Her eyes went wide in realization and her breathing grew erratic. Did that mean...Tears began welling in her eyes and Amara’s head dropped.
“ Amara, calm down. If you are some Evestan that got themselves spelled off somehow, that doesn’t matter to me. Marcassin wasn’t old enough to remember the war. I was there when the king died. I remember the kind of man he was, what kind of people they are. Marcassin has only heard the stories from the veterans of the war. You and I have been living together here for the last three and a half months. I know you, and the person you are. What I care about is you, not your heritage, Amara.” Swaine said with conviction. He meant every word of it.
Amara smiled tearfully and nodded. She gave Swaine a quick hug and a platonic kiss on his cheek. “ Thank you, Swaine. But if I am Evestan, how did I get into the world I know then?” she asked.
Again the thought of the missing Evestan princess came unbidden into Swaine’s mind as he thought back to how she had disappeared in that flash of light. “ I don’t know Amara.” Swaine replied, shaking his head. His cheek was tingling slightly where she had kissed it and he gave her a light smile. “ Are you almost done out here?”
Amara nodded. “ Can you go fill the watering can for me? The lettuce is going to wilt if I don’t give my little ones some water.” She smiled at his back fondly as Swaine walked to the nearby stream to fill up the can. Her smile slowly faded as she thought about what he had just told her.
Then the tears came.
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