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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 5: Revalation
Amara gasped for breath even as she collapsed against one of the trees in the oasis, sobs wracking her body as she began to remember everything that had happened. She had bound her magic in an effort to keep Magnus’ wizards from tracking her after he had sent her into the other world. That dirty bastard had used the spell Displacement on her! Not that she would have remembered that when Rashaad told her how to break the bind of course, but now there was nothing for it. If she remembered how ruthless her uncle could be, Amara was either going to be captured or dead within weeks if not days. Maybe sooner than that...she thought morosely. Evestans could sense one another when they were away from their homeland. Rashaad wasn’t lying when he had mentioned that evestans were deeply tied to nature. Their magic came directly from the her native shores itself, was in their very blood. Every evestan was capable of using magic. Many did learn only what was necessary for their respective trades.
Even now, Amara could feel the low pulse of her peoples magic in the city around her, alerting her to their presence. If she could feel them, they could certainly feel her. She was like a beacon to any and all bounty hunters that Magnus had hired. I can’t let him find Swaine...I just can’t...she thought desperately. Amara’s eyes narrowed dangerously as her sobs settled at this thought and she held her left hand up to summon the other half of her wand.
She wouldn’t give up easily, no sir. Amara would gladly take as many of them to hell with her if they tried to take the one thing that meant the most to her in this world. There was a sharp smack that caused pain to flare through her waiting palm and Amara looked down at the ring in her hand. She had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it in.
Rashaad turned quickly as the door opened and he panicked when he saw Swaine and Esther walking in. “ Did either of you bump into Amara on the way back?” A sharp tap was heard as something hit the window at full force. The other half of Amara’s wand as straining against the glass and Rashaad opened it as it flew into the city. Well, that answered the question of where her wand had went after she left.
“ I thought she was talking with you about an odd occurrence from last month.” Swaine said, his gaze narrowed on his long time friend.
“ We did have our talk Swaine. It’s difficult to explain, but her magic was bound. After releasing it, Amara had a surge of memories that returned to her, one scaring the hell out of her so much she ran the moment she got to her feet. She even left one of her rings behind Swaine. I don’t know what she saw, but Amara turned as white as a ghost. Tell me, is there anywhere here in the city she would run to for a chance to think?” Rashaad asked. His brown eyes were full of worry as he spoke and Swaine felt an uneasiness settle over him at the tone the sage was using.
Swaine closed his eyes a moment as he thought hard about the question Rashaad had asked. “ The garden is her favorite place at home...The oasis! Amara swears she’s able to think clearer when surrounded by plants.” he said quickly, running out the door as fast as he could. He needed to find her now!
Esther moved to follow him and Rashaad held her back. This was a moment for the two of them alone.

Swaine arrived at the oasis, and spotted Amara almost immediately. He ran over to her and embraced her even as she ran into his arms sobbing for all she was worth. “ What happened?” he asked her, brushing her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
“ Swaine...I...I don’t even know where to begin.” Amara whimpered. She took a deep steadying breath and held him at an arms length. The pull of her peoples magic alerted her to the five pulses she had felt before and she tried not to let her worry show. They were here deep in the oasis and this was not his burden to bear. She couldn’t allow Swaine to be seen by whoever was tracking her. " I'll meet you back at the inn and explain everything there. I just need some time to clear my head. There’s so much to say and so little time...I’m sorry." she whispered.
Swaine sighed and drew her into a tight embrace. " Promise me Amara..." he whispered into her ear.
" I promise. I just need some time to myself." Amara lied, doing the best she could to keep the worry and guilt from her voice. She tilted her head up to give him a kiss and pulled him in close. " I'll be along in a bit, okay?"
Swaine nodded and began walking back towards the inn as Amara turned and walked deeper into the oasis behind him. He didn't know that it would be the last he saw her for a very long time.

Amara came upon a clearing far into the oasis and looked around her. As she had known, there were five men all together as they surrounded her and her eyes narrowed dangerously. While she hadn't learned much in the ways of magic, Amara knew she had to fight no matter the cost. She would not allow these men the privilege of a quick surrender.
" You know you stand no chance of winning." one to her right said cockily.
Amara turned to the man that had said it and scowled. " I can promise you that most of you will not survive this encounter. " she shot back, her voice full of venom. She waved her hand and a sabre appeared in her hand. This had been the first spell that her father had taught her.
" There are many more of us out here searching for you. Lord Magnus has spared no expense to find you." another said with a sneer.
Amara scowled and watched as all five men tensed for an all out assault. This would be a true test of her skill and courage.

Swaine was pacing their room impatiently. Three hours had passed and Amara still had yet to return. He shook his head and grabbed his gun and bandolier, buckling them around his waist as he exited the door. There were only a few scant hours of daylight left and he wasn't waiting any longer. Swaine's gut was telling him something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Rashaad heard a knock on his door and felt his heart sink as Swaine stood on the other side with a grim scowl on his face.
" I need your help." he said, his voice worried. " It's been much too long and Amara promised that she was going to return to the inn. I don't want to think of what might have happened..." Swaine couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence as his eyes turned to the ground. He didn’t want to believe that Amara had run away or worse yet that someone may have killed her.
Rashaad nodded silently. He had that feeling that something terrible had happened to the young woman as well.

Voices full of concern soon filled the oasis as the search party fanned out in search of the evestan woman.
" Amara!" Swaine called. It was taking everything to keep the fear out of his voice. He jerked when he heard Esther scream and Swaine took off running towards her, his heart sinking when he came across the carnage. There were three men laying dead on the ground, two of them with grievous slashes that suggested a fatal blow from a sword and the third had his skull bashed in. He and Amara had been covering swordplay in the spare time that they had found themselves with on Russet.
Esther was in tears as she walked over to him with a hank of hair that was drenched in blood, and Swaine looked at it carefully. It was roughly the same length and color of Amara's hair and he felt his stomach turn as his eyes fell on a wisp of smoke dancing in the breeze. The remains of her rings were clear as day, and the wood was still smoldering in the light breeze blowing through the clearing. His heart nearly stopped when Rashaad brought over the golden pendant that Amara always wore and Swaine shut his eyes tight to keep the tears at bay as he clenched it in his fist.
Swaine kept his face towards the ground, terror like he had never known before was gripping him as he thought the worst and he opened his eyes as the tears came unbidden. They were quickly stopped however when he looked at the footprints in the dirt. Swaine’s eyes widened when he recognized Amara’s bootprints, and he walked around carefully as he tried to piece together what had happened. He followed Amara’s prints specifically, a smile coming to his face. There had been a hell of a fight here.
" There were five assailants. Here are Amara's boot prints here. She was surrounded." Swaine looked around and smirked. “ From what I can tell they launched an all out assault on her, but....”

Amara spun even as she ducked the first blows, her sabre slicing through the soft belly of the man closest to her and he watched in horror as he was neatly disemboweled. Her blade then flew across his throat, her eyes hard as she jumped to her left to dodge a blow from a club wielding assailant. The club bashed one of his allies in the skull and the wounded man crumpled to the ground dead, the top of his head caved in from the blow. Amara gave a loud battle cry as she stabbed another through the heart and she tugged her blade free from his rib cage. She saw stars as she was hit with a punch to the jaw and gave one in turn to the bastard to her left.
The club wielder grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard, and Amara screamed in both pain and ire at the sudden cheap trick. Without thinking twice, she grabbed the base of her hair and pulled her blade through it, leaving him to fall flat on his ass. The cacophony was so great that Amara didn’t hear the gentle tink of metal falling to the ground as her pendant was cut away with her hair.
Her foot flew out in an effort to kick one of her two remaining assailants away and her foot connected hard with the man’s chest, leaving him gasping for breath as the wind was knocked from his lungs. Amara quickly got to her feet again, the fight quickly turning to hand on hand as Amara ducked and weaved between her two attackers.
Amara grunted as she was suddenly kicked across the face and she fell face first into the dirt, her sabre flying from her hand and landing well out of reach. She got to her hands and knees only to receive a club to the back as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She grunted in pain as the heels two boots stepped on her hands and each of her remaining assailants bent over to remove the rings that made her wand.
" Can't have you using these now can we?" one of them purred hatefully.
The heels of their free feet dug into her back as they pinned Amara to the dirt and dropped her rings before her. Amara struggled against them to no avail and she let out a scream of fury as they set fire to the one thing she treasured besides Swaine. " I swear I'm going to kill the both of you once I get to my feet." she seethed, trying to push herself up against their weight.
Her rage gave fuel to her strength and Amara powered her way up against them, her foot flying out as she tripped one and brought her other foot down in a vicious axe kick that left the man seeing stars. Amara felt her jaw clack as the other man punched her hard across the jaw, dazing the evestan woman as she went to her hands and knees once more.
A hand wrapped itself in her now short locks as she was brought only to her knees and Amara tried to get back to her feet as her hands struggled with the tight grip the creep had on her hair.

"...By the look of things, the remaining two attackers stood here and Amara was on her knees here..." Swaine finished. He fought the urge to fall to his knees in relief. She was alive. The blood that was on the hank of hair was probably not her own. " They disappeared from here. There aren't any tracks leading away from the battle."

Amara was kicking and fighting as she was drug through a hall and through a set of double doors. She was cursing the men that had captured her and was thrown face first into the floor, her nose busting and flooding her face with a fresh gush of blood.
" It's been twenty years niece...I must admit I'm surprised you're alive still. I sent many wizards into the other worlds to find you but to no avail."
" Magnus you treacherous snake! I swear one day I will kill you for killing my family!" Amara spat, her emerald eyes dark as she leveled them on the man before her. She received a hard slap across the face that sent blood spraying across the steps to the throne and was suddenly hoisted up by her collar again.
" Where have you been hiding all this time? By all rights my men should have found you months ago." Magnus seethed.
Amara's eyes showed no fear as she clenched her jaw. " Go to hell." she whispered, her voice full of the promise of death.
Magnus chuckled. " Just as headstrong as your father I see. Throw her in the dungeons. We'll find out sooner or later who aided her. Once we find out who, we'll bring them here and slowly kill them before her."
Amara's fist flew out and socked Magnus in the jaw, blood flying from his mouth at the force of the blow. " I promise you, I will never talk." she hissed menacingly. " I will fight until I am no longer able to."
Magnus returned the punch and sent a hard knee into Amara's gut that forced the air from her lungs again. " I will break you Amara, that's a promise. You will know nothing but pain and despair by the time I kill you as well." he said, his tone dangerous.
Swaine sat in Rashaad’s living room with his head in his hands. Amara hadn’t made any enemies in all the time she had been here. Swaine had made sure to keep her carefully sequestered away from the empire, who would have been out for her blood even twenty years after the fact. Besides, Amara was an extremely likeable person. Who would want to capture her and go to such drastic measures to ensure that she would be apprehended? Surely not her own people? Sure she had somehow managed to get stuck in another world, but was that any cause for this?
Then again, there were also the enemies that he had made over the years. Any number of them could have been keeping tabs on Swaine and would exact revenge through any means possible. Swaine’s eyes narrowed at this thought. If Drummond or any of his ilk were involved, there would be hell to pay for this.
“ We’ll find her, Swaine.” Esther said softly and consolingly. It was plain as day that he was hurting with Amara’s absence.
“ I need to get to Hamelin...I have to talk to my brother about this, see if he may have any insight on everything that happened.” Swaine said softly, not looking up. His mind was on every moment he had spent with Amara in the last twenty four hours and he took a steadying breath to calm his nerves. They would find her...It would take time, but he would find her.
Swaine had to.

Marcassin was sitting at his desk pouring over some scrolls when he heard a knock at his study door. “ Enter!” he called out, not looking up to see who it was.
“ Marcassin.” Swaine said by way of greeting. His mood was somber and he wanted nothing more than to head back to his cottage for a bit. He needed to come up with a plan.
Marcassin's eyes widened at the sight. “ Brother?! What are you doing all this way out here? And where's Amara? I had something I needed to ask her.” They had spent many an hour in the last few months debating about alchemy. Amara was a natural at it.
“ That's exactly why I'm here, Marcassin. Amara and I made a recent visit to Al Mamoon and something happened. Is Drummond still in the palace dungeons?” Swaine took a seat in front of his brother’s desk and Marcassin looked at him curiously.
“ No worries there, he’s been stuck in solitary for the last month.” Marcassin replied, his blue eyes narrowed now. What the hell was going on?
That was strike one then. “ I came to see if there was any chance you would know of anyone besides the two of us in Hamelin knowing she's evestan.”
Marcassin shook his head. He had made sure not to tell anyone else of it. “ No. I know what a stir it would cause amongst our soldiers if they had known. What happened, Gascon? You're not telling me everything.”
Swaine sighed heavily as he leaned forward to hold his head in his hands again. “ There was a huge fight that Amara was part of in the oasis. Who ever took her once she was beaten used magic to whisk them off. You're positive none of our wizards or mages knew?”
Marcassin nodded. He was really growing to like the young woman with every visit he made to Russet Isle. Swaine had been right about her. It wasn't her blood that made her who she was, it was her heart. “ I swear I never divulged the information to anyone else. Besides you, I'm the only other person in the empire that knows there was an evestan in the palace nine or ten months ago.”
Swaine allowed his head to fall into his hands. There was nothing for it then. He had no leads. “ Can you help me get back to my cottage? I need a few days to myself to think and to try to formulate a plan.”
Marcassin nodded as he stood. “ I’m sorry, Gascon. I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong about her and that I was wrong for not listening to you.”
Swaine gave his younger brother a soft smile as he laid a hand on Marcassin’s shoulder. “ Thank you.”

Swaine tossed in his bed fitfully that night, the faint scent that Amara had imprinted on his sheets and pillows not allowing him to sleep. They had been sharing a room as of late due to a storm knocking the window out. It gave Swaine a sense of intimacy with Amara that he had never felt before. Not only that, it had been wonderful to wake up in the morning to her in his arms. Cursing under his breath, Swaine stood and walked into his study. He needed to grab a book to get his mind off of this...Off of her for now. He lit the lamp as he strode in, and looked about with a scowl. He needed to straighten everything on his desk first before he even thought of doing anything else. Grumbling under his breath, Swaine began organizing everything in earnest and heard something slip and fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
Swaine looked around the side of his desk curiously and saw the wrapped parcel that Marcassin had brought for him months ago. Why had he not opened it yet? Swaine picked up the linen wrapped item and relieved it of it’s contents, a leather bound journal coming to light. The tidying of his desk was forgotten as Swaine took the journal out into the main part of the cottage and sat down in front of the fire. He stoked the logs a few times and lit a candle for better light before finally opening the little book.
The Journal of Vigo Moritan of Hamelin, Evestan Matters...
Swaine’s eyes widened. His father kept separate journals for when he had to deal with each of the different kingdoms, just in case if he had needed to lookup a specific entry and didn’t want to have to flip through page after page. Swaine vaguely remembered that Marcassin had said this was left behind for him specifically, but for what reason he couldn’t be sure. Swaine’s focus completely shifted to the journal as he read through his father’s younger years, a slight smile on his face as he read about how his father had come to know the man who had been Evesta’s king.
Swaine remembered the friendship those two had had, and he chuckled at what he was reading. The two had been bitter rivals at first, always working to best one another in everything they could do. It seemed as if Swaine’s grandfather and Percivical’s father had the same idea of forcing the two of them to rough it without anyone to rely on but each other.
Swaine shook his head. It had worked in the end it seemed. It was dawn when Swaine finally came across his name.
My darling boy Gascon has been hounding me about allowing him to help with the wand I’m making for Percivical’s daughter. I’ll make sure I write the process down, as the wand I’m currently making is a starter only, though it will last her for several years at least. If I were to make a truly potent wand, I would need either a piece of holy wood from Al Mamoon, or a bough of the sky tree, which is impossible to come across any more.
Percivical’s worried about his younger brother however. Magnus has always been darker and more ruthless than the rest of his family and always seems to be itching for a fight. Both my friend and I fear the worst is yet to come with matters concerning him.
Percivical and I have been talking of ways to ensure the peace stays between our kingdoms even after our deaths. Percivical’s daughter will be turning five soon, and Gascon and I will be making an appearance to give the girl her first wand. We’ve been thinking of arranging a marriage between my eldest son and his only daughter. Their children would be talented...The blood of the line of the Debrotane’s has always produced astounding mages and wizards, and from what Percivical has told me, Amara has shown great promise in the healing arts. She will one day surpass her parents I am sure...
Swaine nearly dropped the journal in disbelief at what he had just read. He knew for a fact that they had never signed a marriage contract, but Amara?! The suspicion had crossed his mind a few times, but this was undeniable proof. His Amara was the missing Evestan princess.
Swaine's eyes narrowed at this and he looked out the window into the dawn. There was no mistaking who had captured her then either. Looking back down in the journal, Swaine smirked as he looked over the instructions his father had written down. It was as if Vigo had known this would happen.
Swaine ran out to the workshed buttoning on his shirt. He needed to see if he had everything he needed as he began forming his plan. He swore under his breath. He would need go to Hamelin for what he had in mind. Swaine ran back inside and grabbed his trench coat and smirked as he laced up his boots. He grabbed his travel bag and dumped the contents on the table. He stuffed his father's journal inside it and a few other miscellaneous things as well.
Walking back outside, Swaine brought both index fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly. He needed to borrow Tengri for the day.
Cassiopeia was tending to her flowers when the magic of her tower alerted her to a visitor. She pushed a stray lock of her green hair behind her ear and got to her feet. She could see Swaine making his way toward her and she smiled brightly. Oliver and Esther both visited frequently but Swaine had his duties in Hamelin keeping him from visiting as often as they both would like.
" Gascon! What brings you to my tower today?" she said brightly. Her smile fell away when she saw the gleam in his eyes. " What has happened?"
" I need to ask a favor of you, Cassiopeia. I need a bough from the sky tree if possible." Swaine replied. " As for what's happened, it's a long story and I don't have a lot of time. Someone very dear to me is in danger and I need to make her a new wand..."
Cassiopeia's eyes began glowing for a moment as she touched Swaine's shoulder sympathetically. Swaine had seen her do this a few times and knew she was using magic to access his memories. Magic was certainly useful where it counted. " So the veil has dropped and the usurper has captured the Evestan princess? I can see why she needs a new wand." Cassiopeia's eyes narrowed here for a moment. " He won't kill her yet. I can promise you that. And you need to be careful as well...They'll be looking for you next."
" Can you tell me how she's doing?" Swaine asked hopefully.
Cassiopeia shook her head no. " Her situation is changing too rapidly for me to be able to see anything clearly. I can tell you that she is fighting, and that even if her body gives out, her heart and her mind will not. She has such a will..."
Swaine sighed. He had been hoping for better news than that. " Will you help me with what I asked?"
Cassiopeia smiled. " Of course I will. Should I be expecting any invitations sooner or later?" she said teasingly. Even without her powers, Cassiopeia could tell exactly how Swaine felt about the evestan princess.
Swaine shook his head as he chuckled. " You tell me." he shot back playfully.
Cassiopeia laughed and clapped her hands twice. A swirl of magic started appearing before them and she outstretched them in anticipation. A gleaming white bough appeared in Cassiopeia's waiting hands and she held it out to Swaine. " The wand this bough will make will be very powerful indeed, Gascon. Do not let it fall into your enemy's hands."
" It's going on her hands the minute I see her." Swaine promised. " Thank you...I know I don't visit as much as I should..."
" You've been busy for the last nine months. I would like to meet her should you both survive this." Cassiopeia said smiling. " You have a lot of work ahead of you. Get going."
Swaine gave her a polite bow and Cassiopeia waved him off as she chuckled. " Thanks again, Cass. I promise I'll bring her by as soon as I can." Swaine quickly began running for the entrance of the tower to so that he could fly to Hamelin next.
Cassiopeia chuckled as she went back to tending her flowers. " What men won't do for the women they cherish." she mused with a smile. If what she had seen was true, Amara was certainly a lucky woman.

I hate my luck...Amara thought, grunting against the pain as the interrogator worked mercilessly on her ribs. Her eyes were shut deeply in concentration as she thought of Swaine, using the memories of their last night together to distance herself from the beating she was getting. Her hands and wrists were bound behind her as she was held in place by two burly goons and the interrogator stopped a moment. " What's the matter, dickhead? Not having fun?" she spat. It was hard to breathe thanks to the bruising she was now suffering and one of her eyes was swollen shut.
" I was just about to ask you the same thing. However, I can't keep going on like this. His lordship gave explicit instructions to keep you alive, your highness." he spat her title like a curse and Amara struggled against the men holding her. " Throw her back in her cell." Magnus was going to be livid that Amara had just withstood a four hour long beating without so much as giving him anything to work on.
He only hoped that Magnus would show mercy and not kill him outright. It had been nearly a week and they had nothing on her to break Amara with.

Amara wheezed as she lay on her side, her hands still bound behind her. She was covered in blood and bruises and her entire body ached so much it felt as if she were on fire from the pain flaring in her nerves. This had been going on for the last four days now and Amara sighed wearily as she tried to sit up. The door to her cell suddenly opened and a young man dressed in fine clothing stepped in.
Emerald eyes met silver as he came into her line of vision. “ Martin, please make sure none of the guards loyal to my father get near this door. I’m going to cast a spell so that the two of us can talk in private. Understood?”
“ Yes, milord.” the guard said, stepping out into the hall.
Amara was struggling against her bonds as the man drew closer to her. “ What? Did Magnus kill that last interrogator? Guess that means I’m doing my job then.” Amara spat. “ Don’t you dare come near me.”
“ Still feisty as ever, Amara.” Aden said, his silver eyes mirthful as they looked down on his younger cousin. Amara was only a week younger than he was. Light enveloped his hands as he cast a healing spell and began running it over Amara’s prone form. “ And for the record, yes he did kill the interrogator.”
Amara looked at his face and struggled a bit more despite the fact he was healing her. “ Get the hell out of here Aden. I...” she began and sighed in relief as she was able to breathe easier. “ Why are you helping me?”
“ I’m healing the internal wounds. Are you breathing better?” Aden asked. “ As for why I’m helping you, it is you who is the true heir to the throne. I know I can’t prove it right away, but I want my father dead and out of the picture for good, with you restored to your rightful place. I don’t want the throne, Amara. I want this...regime of terror to finally be over.”
Amara looked at him consideringly. “ What did he do to you? You used to always say you wanted to be like your father when you got older.”
“ He killed my mother when she threatened to warn your father of the coup de tat. He didn’t even hesitate.” Aden said, his eyes narrowing in both pain and rage. “ I can’t heal any of the external injuries, but I told my father that I would try to my hand at gleaning information from you. What I intend to do is teach you magic in the time I have. I told my father that getting you to trust me would take a long time, but he doesn’t suspect a thing. I’ve had my own agents trying to find you since the veil fell earlier this year.”
“ You’ve been working against your father in secret this entire time?” Amara asked. “ Twenty years is a long time to do so, why haven’t you moved sooner?”
“ Because you weren’t here. I can’t challenge my father for taking the throne, but you can. It’s your birthright and you know as well as I that only the heir can fight any usurpers. I must admit I’m glad my spell worked.” Aden began untying Amara's bonds at her wrists and helped her sit up.
Amara’s brow rose in curiosity. “ You’re the reason I returned? I must tell you your timing is impeccable. A moment later and I would have been splattered all over the front of a semi truck...It’s a gigantic automaton that people use to transport cargo in the world your father sent me to.” she added when she saw the bewildered look on Aden’s face. She rubbed her wrists to help get the blood moving through them and stood up. “ And as for teaching me magic, hard to do when the bastards that captured me burned my wand. I'm going to get them for it too.”
Aden chuckled. “ You can still learn the runes and everything needed for casting. I'm going to talk my father in allowing you to have books in here, as you obviously won't talk yet, among other things. However, there will come a point that I will start lessening the privileges. I need to convince my father that I'm trying to break you after all.”
Amara nodded. “ That's fine. I can read up to three novels in a day and I retain the majority of everything I do read.”
Aden had to admit that was impressive. “ Photographic memory?”
Amara nodded. “ Is that the plan for now?”
“ For now yes. The next phase is to call in Evesta's old allies in Hamelin. I'm already arranging a trip to see Prince Marcassin when he permits me to do so. I was hoping to speak to Prince Gascon as most of our veterans from the war still fear him, but he hasn't been seen for quite some time as of late. Word about him is that he loves to travel still. I won't be able to visit every single day, though, but I'm quickly working on rearranging the guard so that the men still loyal to the crown are those that are keeping watch over you. I won't be able to do that for every shift, but I can promise you that you won't have to deal with heckling day in and out.” Aden said. “ I'm glad you're home, Amara.”
Amara did not allow Aden to see her stiffen in surprise when he said this. She was keeping her guard up after all, no matter what. “ I wish I could say the same, Aden.” she replied tersely.
“ Here.” Aden said. He reached into his pocket and enlarged two books he had managed to sneak down. “ My men will knock on the door three times when it's their turn to watch over you as well as when they leave, which will give you their shift to read as much as you can. Only do it then.”
Amara nodded in understanding. He actually seemed sincere about this, but Amara knew better than to be so naïve.
Naivety got people killed and Amara had no plans on dying anytime soon.
Not until she could tell Swaine she was sorry.
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