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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 6: Insurrection
Swaine wiped his brow as he carefully carved the runes into the left band that would be the other half of Amara’s new wand. It had been slow work, but he had quite a lot of progress to show for the last seven months. The right band was set on a piece of soft velvet, the white wood gleaming in the light. It had taken Swaine as long as it had because he had set the runes with shadowglass and jade instead of truesilver, as the gems had their own magical properties that would prove useful to Amara when he finally got this to her. The eldest of the porcine princes set his chisel down for a moment and stood to stretch. There was one more rune to carve and line after this one and then he would be completely finished after he polished it. The gemcutter had already delivered the shards he needed to line this ring with earlier that morning. If he worked through the night, Swaine would have this one done by the next day.
There hadn’t been a moment of every day that Amara had not been on his mind. Swaine’s heart ached as he thought of her, more than likely suffering worse each day that passed, and he resumed his work as he sat down. He needed to get his mind off of that melancholy topic.
Amara spat blood as Magnus’ newest interrogator punched her across the face for her cheek. “ You hit like the matron of the orphanage I grew up in. She was seventy seven by the way.” Amara sneered.
“ Why you bitch!” he shouted, losing his temper as he began to viciously beat Amara now. After a few moments he calmed himself, and lifted her head by her chin. Amara’s nose was broken now and bleeding profusely. “ Anything else to say?”
“ Yeah, go to hell. I haven’t said a word in seven months, and I never will. I won’t tell you who I was with, where I appeared at, or where I was staying this entire time. Tell Magnus to can it already. There’s nothing for it.” Amara seethed. That comment had not only earned her a broken nose, but she was sure one of her ribs was broken as well. “ You had better hope he doesn’t find out that you lost it there...You just broke one of my ribs. I know he wants me kept alive until he finds the person I was with.”
The guard in the corner smirked. It was Martin, one of Aden’s agents, and he nodded to Amara as her eyes settled on him. He would let it slip when Magnus was in an ear shot.
“ Take her back to her cell!” the interrogator demanded, his eyes narrowed in rage. His life would be forfeit if Magnus found that out. Not only that, he was the fifth interrogator Magnus had brought on. He had killed all the others in his rage when not one of them was able to glean any information from Amara.
Martin laughed as he and Amara made their way back to her cell. " Until I can tell your uncle, I can't heal the broken rib you sustained. However, you're getting very proficient at making the interrogators snap. Magnus has gone through three in the last two months alone because of you."
" I had a very good teacher when it came to being an insufferable pain in the ass." Amara replied with a smile on her face. The thought of Swaine had been the only thing keeping her going. She had done an admirable job in not letting his name fall from her lips all this time.
Martin approached Aden as he sat in on the council led by his father and whispered what had happened during Amara's interrogation.
" Father, I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to tend to our prisoner in cell four. It seems as if the interrogator went overboard...Again."
Magnus swore under his breath. That was the third one Amara had managed to make snap. " Well, out with it. What are her injuries?"
" Broken nose, two broken ribs, four cracked, and a fractured eye socket." Martin replied. He had run a diagnostic spell over her to gauge her injuries.
Magnus swore louder this. " Get down there and make sure her lungs haven't been punctured." he snapped. " All of you are dismissed."

Aden was laughing as he entered Amara's cell and he clapped. " Congratulations cousin. You finally made him snap right in front of the council." Aden said. " How are you feeling?"
" You don't want me to answer that. On top of everything I suffered this afternoon, my cycle came." Amara growled out, leaning against the wall as she held her ribs.
Aden shuddered. Last month she had beat another prisoner to death when he had tried to corner her in an effort to rape her. Amara had blamed her viciousness on her raging hormones then.
Amara smirked. " Any luck with getting to Hamelin yet?"
" I leave tomorrow."
" I have a letter I would like delivered to Prince Gascon if you don't mind. Before you ask, we met on my fifth birthday and it's a letter asking him and his brother for their aid. Let me use your wand a moment." Amara lied smoothly
Aden had been allowing her to do this only a few times in the seven months she had been learning magic. She needed a brand new wand, not something second hand. Amara quickly placed an enchantment over it that would allow only Swaine to open it and smirked as she handed her cousin back his wand.
Aden looked bummed that he wouldn't be able to read it and reseal it. " You certainly know me well enough to have placed that on there." he admitted, pocketing the letter. He quickly attended to Amara’s injuries and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead as a sibling would do. “ Don’t get yourself killed while I’m gone.”
Amara shrugged. She couldn’t make any promises there. “ You’ll just have to wait and see when it comes to that.” she replied. “ You just make sure you have a safe trip.”
Aden nodded and patted Amara on her shoulder. “ As soon as I can get my hands on a new wand for you, we can make our move.” he said. “ It's slow going making an evestan wand, and the wand maker hasn't had the time with the orders my father has been putting in to even start the one I requested yet.”
“ He's moving to go to war again.” Amara said, her eyes narrowing. Not if she could help it.

It was nearly supper time when Swaine finally set the second of the two bands down, it's surface highly polished and the gemstones glittering invitingly in the light. He sighed deeply and held his head in his hands, now he just had to figure out how to get them to her. A knock sounded on the door and he turned to it. “ Enter.”
“ You haven't slept, have you?” Marcassin asked, carrying in a tray with a full supper on it. He knew full well his brother hadn't eaten anything since the night before.
“ No. With the evestan envoy coming tomorrow I wanted to have this done. I fully intend to put my plan into action tomorrow Marcassin. Seven months is long enough.” Swaine replied, turning back to box the wooden bands up. His chest felt tight at the thought of how long they hadn't seen one another.
“ Why are you putting yourself at such great personal risk, Gascon? I understand the two of you are close friends, but...” Marcassin began.
“ I love her, Marcassin.” Swaine interrupted, feeling the pressure in his chest lessen as he finally admitted it. “ I have for a very long time...” He held the box tightly in his hands and turned to walk out of the room. “ What time are we expecting the envoy?”
“ About three or four. Why?”
“ For the love of all that is good and holy, do not wake me up before then.” Swaine replied tiredly even as he smiled, exiting his workroom and heading back into the palace proper.
“ Get back here and eat something Gascon!” Marcassin shouted after his brother, levitating the tray behind him as he followed Swaine.

Aden took a deep steadying breath and followed the palace guards to the chamber the princes had agreed to meet him in. It was his luck that Prince Gascon had seemingly returned about seven months ago, which made for a funny coincidence as it was when Amara had come back to Evesta. The captain eyed him warily as he knocked on the door and Aden calmed his nerves. Amara had insisted that he give the letter to the eldest of the princes first and foremost before he even began talking about any of their other business. Not only that, he was dying to know what it was she wrote.
Swaine's chocolate eyes were narrowed as he looked upon Aden through his bangs. He had taken extra care of his appearance today, even going so far as to utilize an herbal shampoo that Marcassin and Amara had thought up for him together during one of his brother's visits to the cottage last year. The look in Swaine's eyes was just this side of murderous, as the evestans were the ones responsible for Amara's disappearance. He knew that the woman he loved was suffering more than should be allowed. Marcassin's gaze wasn't too far off from how Swaine's looked. This was the son of the usurper after all. Together, they made for an imposing duo.
“ Your highnesses.” Aden said, bowing deeply to them both. “ Before anything else is said, I actually have a letter for you, your highness.” Aden looked to Swaine as he said this and pulled Amara's letter from his breast pocket.
“ Who is it from? Surely not your father.” Swaine replied bitterly. He still remembered when the man had tried to kill his father.
“ I'd rather not say.” Aden said, his tone unmistakable. He was worried there were spies about. “ I've been assured that the two of you have met at least once prior. If it is permissible by both of you, I would like to cast a spell to keep unwanted ears and eyes out of this conversation.”
Marcassin and Swaine both looked to one another as Swaine took the letter from Aden. He cracked the seal and looked down as he unfolded it, heading back to Marcassin's right side. Marcassin would allow it if Swaine did.

My darling Swaine,
I miss you terribly and I can't begin to express how sorry I am for breaking my promise. The last seven months have not been easy. They've been trying to find you and they have been torturing me in an effort to get the information they crave. Magnus wants me to suffer so much more than I already have at his hands and your death would be the one thing that would shatter me. If Aden is still standing before you, both of you need to hear him out! He has been preparing me for what I know is to come, a fight to the death with Magnus. It's inevitable Swaine, so protesting is useless. I'm the only one who can challenge him as I'm the direct heir to the throne. On that same note, if there was anyone who wanted Magnus dead more than I do, it's Aden. We are not the only ones who have lost loved ones to my uncle's war mongering...Aden's mother was killed by her husband's very hand moments before the coup.
Aden and I have been coming up with a plan where we need both you and Marcassin. Again, please hear him out! I promise you that everything he tells you is nothing more than the truth. The only thing I need at this point is a wand. We're that well prepared for this.
The one thing keeping me sane is the thought of you, Swaine. The memories of our last night together still haunt me now. Your strength and ardor as you took me against the wall. How we fell asleep in front of the fire after making love on the carpet. I can still feel the ghost of your lips pressing into my neck to wake me as well as the touch of your fingers pressing into my hips as you pulled me as close as you could possibly get when we made love again the next morning. It's been so long since I've felt the comfort of your embrace, felt the warmth of your heart, and the safety you offered me. I can't wait to see you once more...Which will hopefully be soon.
From my heart,
Your Amara.
Swaine had turned away for a moment so that he could calm himself as he read the last part of Amara's letter. There was no mistaking who this was from. Only Amara could have such intimate details, maddening details for that matter. He had gotten hard the minute he started reading that sentence. That little minx...I swear she's going to be crawling from me the next time I get my hands on her. Once she gets back up to snuff at least. He thought lasciviously. “ Lord Debrotane, please cast your spell. I can understand your hesitance to speak the name of the person who wrote this letter, and you are very lucky that I read it first before you had a chance to say your piece.”
Aden sighed in relief. He had no clue what Amara had written in there, but was thanking his lucky stars that he had listened to his cousin. He quickly cast the spell and Marcassin gestured to a plush set of chairs near the fire. This could take a while.
“ My cousin is her royal highness, Princess Amara Ivette Debrotane, and I am here on her behalf, not my father's. My father's agents captured her from Al Mamoon last September, and he's been trying to get information on the person or persons she was traveling with. He fully intends to make her suffer as much as he possibly can, though I cannot understand why.”
Marcassin's eyes went wide once he heard Amara's full name and title. He looked towards his brother and nearly stood up in his ire. “ You did not tell me she was the evestan princess, Gascon!” Marcassin chided, his eyes clearly showing his annoyance.
Swaine chuckled as Aden turned his confused silver eyes upon him. “ You wish to know whom she was with for the nine months before her capture? You're looking at him.” he purred.
Aden looked at Swaine warily at this. “ I want undeniable proof.” Aden replied, his silver gaze skeptical.
Swaine reached in past his collar and drew out Amara’s pendant. Aden’s eyes went wide at the sight and nodded in acquiescence.
“ Now, what plan have you and my lovely princess concocted?” Swaine said, mirth evident in his eyes.
“ Your lovely princess?” Aden asked curiously, amusement evident in his voice.
“ We had only been courting a month when she was absconded.” Swaine admitted, and Marcassin looked about ready to flip a gasket. “ I kept it under wraps for the very reason of how your acting, Marcassin. I don't want to hear it. You already know exactly how I feel about her, so let it drop.”
“ I was about to say if I had known sooner, I might have been able to help you with your project.” Marcassin replied stubbornly, his azure eyes narrowed on his brother. “ Lord Debrotane, please excuse that outburst between the two of us. Please continue.”
Aden smiled. “ Well, we need to get her a new wand first, however the rest of the plan is as follows...”
Swaine was all smiles as Aden relayed the plan. That certainly held merit. “ We can put this into action much sooner than you think, Lord Debrotane.”
Aden sat forward. “ Your highness?”
“ I was already aware that Amara's wand was burned. That's why I've spent the last seven months on this.” Swaine pulled the box from his coat pocket and opened it up. “ I'm aware that a wand is claimed the first time it's worn, so please do not touch it.”
Aden's eyes widened as he looked upon the two highly polished bands and resisted urge to pick them up. “ What wood is it made of, your highness?”
Swaine smirked. “ I'd rather not say at the moment. But I would like to make one quick amendment to the plan you and Amara have come up with...” Swaine said with a smirk. “ I need to get close enough to put them on her and there's no chance of doing that as Prince Gascon...”
“ What is it you're suggesting?” Marcassin said. “ It better not be what I think it is.”
“ We're going to give Magnus what he wants. We're going to give him Swaine, with the excuse that I had something to attend to and will be arriving later by ship. But that's not the only thing...” Swaine began.

A week later found Amara tending to her most recent wounds when her cell door was wrenched open and a guard came in. Amara quickly went on the offensive, and ducked quickly as the guard made a grab for her. Her fists moved fast as Amara quickly jabbed at his diaphragm, and socked the bastard in the jaw the moment he doubled over. Two more guards rushed into the room and Amara round housed them both into the wall. She was grabbed from behind and she gave an infuriated roar as her hands were shackled behind her.
“ Let go of me you bastards!” she screamed, kicking her legs out as she was dragged from her cell.

Magnus sneered as his niece was drug before him and forced to her knees. “ Amara, how lovely to see you. As you can see we're in the courtyard. I actually have a surprise for you." he purred menacingly.
Amara's eyes were narrowed into fine slits as she gazed upon her uncle and heard someone struggling to her left. Her eyes went wide and dread filled her heart at the sight of a familiar green trench coat. Amara jumped up and quickly brought her hands forward. " Swaine!" she screamed, shouldering her way out of the guard's hold and running over to him.
" Amara!" he shouted back, wrestling out of Martin's grip and running towards her as well. He fell to his knees before her as she did the same and lifted his arms to hold her close. " Can you get your hands to the front pocket of my coat?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck. There were tears in his eyes as he felt her lips brush his and he felt her hands snake into his pocket. Her sharp intake of breath against his lips was the indicator that she had found her mark. " Don't put them on yet...Hide them...Just remember. All is not as it seems."
Amara's tear filled eyes went wide in fear as Swaine was dragged off away from her and the guards caught her before she could run after him. " Swaine! NO!" she screamed as she saw that he was being led towards the gallows, and her hands were bound behind her again.
Magnus was chuckling darkly as he watched the two of them interact and saw Amara get forced to her knees again. " Such company you kept niece...A thief of ill renown? Tsk tsk...your father would be rolling in his grave. Isn't that right, your highness?" he said as Marcassin stepped up to him.
" I would certainly think so. So this is the princess you told me of? My father was thinking of wedding my brother off to her?" Marcassin scoffed, leveling his blue eyes on Amara.
“ Uncle, please! Don’t kill him! I am on my knees before you, begging you! Leave Swaine out of this.” Amara cried, her voice high pitched with fear for the man who had stolen her heart. She could hear Swaine struggling against the guards as the noose was tightened around his neck. “ If there is an ounce of mercy within you, please let him live. I willingly forfeit my life for his! Let this be the only thing you ever grant me...Just please don’t kill him.” she pleaded brokenly.
Magnus’ silver eyes took her in consideringly. “ Give me one good reason why I should allow you to take his place Amara.” he said seriously.
“ Don’t do it Amara! Magnus, we had a deal!” Swaine shouted. Everything, right down to Amara’s reaction, was going according to plan. Martin had already cast the necessary spells he needed to on Swaine for when Magnus gave the word.
“ I love him...If there is no more noble reason than that, then strike me down where I kneel before you. I have endured seven months of torture and interrogation at your hands. If anything this is my last request. Grant him amnesty. Please uncle...” she bowed her head in resignation. “ Please don’t kill him.”
Magnus looked over to Marcassin, and then back down to his niece. “ Very well then...” he began and Amara turned her eyes hopefully over to Swaine. “ Hang him!”
Martin pulled the lever and Swaine closed his eyes, thankful for the levitation spell in place. He felt the other spell take hold as he lost consciousness. At least he wouldn’t suffocate.
“ NO!” Amara screamed brokenly, doubling over as she sobbed. She slid on her wand as she lay with her head to the stonework, tears falling to gray blocks beneath her. All is not as it seems...What the hell did he mean by that? she thought, trying to wrap her head around it all. This was not the plan she had worked out with Aden. “ How could you!” she seethed, turning her eyes to Marcassin. “ How could you!” This time a scream left her lips.
“ Gag her if she doesn't shut her trap! I don’t wish to hear her screeching...” Magnus purred. “ I hope your noose is ready for one more, Martin.”
“ I’m going to kill you for this Magnus! I swear it! I will kill you!” Amara’s eyes were blazing as she turned them on Marcassin. “ As for you, your highness...You had better start running as well...” She struggled against Martin’s grasp as he drug her as gently as he could towards the gallows and pulled her up the steps.
“ Please tell me you have them on, your highness.” He whispered as he drew his noose over her neck. “ His highness is safe, I promise you. He’s not dead...Prince Marcassin is already poised to strike the minute you are cut loose. Be ready to cast a levitation spell...”
“ Any last words Amara?” Magnus called to her.
“ Yes! I want to know why you’ve gone to such lengths to eradicate my family!” Amara snarled. She could feel her ire upon her now as she struggled against the noose. If Swaine was alive, he had better be up and ready...
Which was thankfully the case. Swaine already had his gun out and was ready to shoot the rope the minute Martin pulled the lever. His travel pack was already on his shoulders as well, as Marcassin was going to distract Magnus while Swaine ran off with Amara to safety.
“ You want to know the truth?! You, niece, are a filthy half breed! For ten generations, the Debrotane line has been pure evestan blood! Ten generations and then your father ruined it!” Magnus screamed. He had disapproved of Percivical’s choice of bride from the get go. “ He went and fell in love with your mother, and despite my protests to my father, he allowed Percivical to wed Tamarion! The only thing father cared about was the peace treaty we got out of it.”
“ I don’t understand, Magnus. What do you mean half breed?” Amara called out to him. Great, now she could add bigot and racist to the growing number of names she called him, among a few other color metaphors of course.
“ Your mother was the elvish princess, Amara. Even your name is elvish, meaning full of compassion. She cast off her immortality to live a life with your father...To think, she would have lived to see you now if she hadn’t.” Magnus said with a sneer.
“ So you staged the coup de tat, killed my father and mother, sent me off to another world, started a war with Hamelin to frame them for my disappearance, and then killed the man I love all because you disapproved of my father’s love? Despised the fact that he married someone who made him feel complete and because a child was born of that love? We have a term for people like you in the world you sent me to, and it’s a very high form of insult to most. You are nothing more than a boot licking, scum nibbling, pure blooded racist neo-nazi bigot!” Her southern twang came out as she said this, stretching the noose as far to the edge of the gallows as she could.
Even if he didn’t understand the neo-nazi part, Magnus’ rage was evident as he leveled his silver eyes on his niece. Out of eyesight, Marcassin was smirking proudly, but damn did the woman have a mouth on her. Now he understood what Swaine had meant by that Amara could throw some doozies at a man and leave him spinning.
“ Let her hang, Martin!” Magnus screamed.
Amara’s eyes went wide as she quickly drew the rune for levitate and a gunshot rang out as the rope gave way. She cut the spell to land on her feet and spelled the shackles around her wrists off with a quick spring lock spell. Damn magic certainly was useful. She could hear Marcassin and Magnus already dueling off to the side and heard a heavy thud as Marcassin crashed into the ground from the viewing platform.
Swaine quickly went running to his brother’s aid as Magnus’ soldiers began flooding the courtyard, and Amara was stuck fending off the men who cornered her underneath the gallows. She quickly summoned her sabre, quickly lifting her left hand as her steel clashed with the first to come into her range.
Marcassin was struggling to stand up as Swaine came running to him, firing shot after shot in an effort to make Magnus give the younger man space. “ What are you doing?! Get her out of here!”
“ Not without you!” Swaine said vehemently. One of Aden’s men quickly tossed him a sword as their backup came, and it wasn’t a moment too soon as Swaine blocked a vertical slash that would have gravely injured Marcassin. “ Oh no you don’t!”
“ I just watched you hang!” Magnus seethed.
“ Lovely thing about magic, eh, Magnus?” Swaine replied, smirking. He spun quickly as he shoved Magnus back and quickly fired a shot at Magnus’ feet to make him back away further.
“ Who are you?” Silver eyes leveled on tawny ones and his eyes went wide in realization. He had seen those eyes in the emperor’s face. “ No...It can’t be...You’re Prince Gascon?!” he bellowed swinging his blade haphazardly. He flung his right hand out and a spell hit Swaine hard enough to knock the air from his lungs and to send him crashing to his hands and knees.
Amara ran the last of the men assailing her through on her sword, having had Martin to fall back on as he came leaping through the trap door to her aid, and turned to see Magnus encroaching on both the porcine princes. Marcassin was holding his leg as he tried to crawl away, his tibia broken, and Swaine was struggling to get back to his feet as he tried to get his breath back. Her emerald eyes were narrowed in rage at the sight and she threw her blade into one of her uncle’s soldiers as he barred her passage across the way. Her feet were flying and she began weaving her hands together, drawing the intricate runes of an evestan spell and she released it the moment she was in front of her beloved.
“ Not a step closer, uncle. This is between you and I.” She quickly looked over her shoulder to Swaine as he finally got to a knee. “ Get Marcassin out of here! Now!”
Swaine nodded, not needing to be told twice. He didn’t want to incur her wrath if he went against her wishes as it stood. He watched in awe as Amara’s blade flew back into her hand and the sounds of steel and magic began clashing behind him as Swaine lifted Marcassin to his feet. He looked about the courtyard for anything and smirked. Oh, he had an idea now.
Amara’s eyes were alight as she wove her magic in tangent with her swordplay, proving to be a very formidable opponent for her uncle. Screams of terror and surprise were erupting behind her and she saw Magnus’ eyes go wide as he began retreating for the safety of the palace. “ Get back here and finish this coward!” Amara screamed. She turned in time to see Marcassin’s hand outstretched toward her as a tank came barreling her way, making a beeline for the barred wooden gates. She jumped and grabbed it, quickly climbing inside.
“ I need to shoot the gates open.” Swaine said, looking over to her as Amara settled down into the cockpit.
“ Give me the wheel then.” Amara replied, moving to take Swaine’s place.
“ Can you drive this thing?!” Swaine shouted in disbelief.
“ Dammit, this isn’t the time! Of course I know how to drive!” Amara shouted back. “ Now get to the damn cannon!” She all but shoved Swaine from the seat as he climbed up a level, and she groaned in annoyance. “ Damn it all, it’s a stick. I hate driving stick.” she growled out.
Marcassin’s eyes widened in fear. “ For the love of the ancients, go left already!” he cried out, holding on to whatever he could as Amara spun the wheel sharply to counterbalance the turning of the cannon.
“ Don’t be a side seat driver, Marcassin.” Amara snapped. She floored the gas as she spun the wheel back to the right and felt the cannon fire it’s first shot. The second and third followed soon after that and Amara quickly got her headings. They needed to head east once they got through the gates. “ Everyone hold on!”
The tank smashed through the weakened gate and speed of into the eastern countryside unhindered. Magnus watched them continue on with a smirk. There was no way they would survive the evestan wilderness.
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