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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 7: Liberation
The tank finally sputtered to a stop a good ways away from the castle and Amara sighed in relief. A river was nearby and she had never wanted a bath more badly in her life than now. To hell with it if the water was cold. She turned to Marcassin before climbing from the tank and wove a potent healing spell for his leg. Pressing a light filled palm lightly over the break, Marcassin sighed in relief even as he thanked her profusely.
“ Your cousin was not jesting when he spoke of how quickly your skills in the way of healing had grown.” he said proudly. Amara had completely earned Marcassin’s respect by this point, not just for offering her life for his brother’s, but for also using herself as a shield so that Swaine could get him to safety. “ That was amazing to watch the two of you duel I may add.”
Amara smiled ruefully and climbed out before Marcassin did. “ Thank you, your highness...” she began.
“ Marcassin...” he amended, wishing for her to call him by his name. “ Besides Amara, you’re a princess...A fact I wasn’t aware of until a week ago, I might add.” Marcassin shot a nasty glare at his brother for this and Swaine shrugged nonchalantly.
Amara laughed and looked at the two men as they stood side by side before her. “ As much as I have missed you, I can’t allow you to stay here. Magnus will be preparing the fleet to leave and attack Autumnia and I need to head that off. Marcassin, I need the spell your father used to place the veil...”
Swaine’s eyes went wide. “ That means we can’t come to aid you if you need us! Means that I would never see you again.” Oh to hell with that! I’m not leaving her side again. I just got her back after seven months...No sir, Marcassin is going back alone. he thought resolutely.
“ No. If you recall conditions can be set to trigger the veil to fall. Your father did that. My condition would be Magnus’ death, so that you would know I’ve been victorious. Otherwise, well, you get the jist. Even if I die, I die knowing that he will never be able to storm your shores again.” Amara said with conviction.
Marcassin nodded and wrote down the rune and incantation in the soft sand before them. “ I’ll work on a peace treaty in the event that you are victorious. And no worries, we left Aden behind in Hamelin so there’s no chance Magnus can blame him for your insurrection.” the youngest porcine prince said. He drew Amara into a friendly embrace and stepped off to the side behind her as his brother stepped up. He was of half the mind to leave now. He had seen how miserable his brother had been without Amara, to take him away from her now would only prove to distract him further.
Swaine looked at his brother as he drew Amara into a tight embrace. “ Leave now...I’ll be fine.” he mouthed. He smirked as Marcassin nodded and the Great Sage of Hamelin quickly disappeared in a blinding flash of light.
Amara stiffened and turned around, immediately cursing Marcassin for leaving when he did. Well, there was nothing for it now. Amara set to work on casting the spell to replace the veil, making sure to keep her intent clear. It needed to fall when Magnus died...No sooner or later than that. Finally the light surrounding her faded and Amara stumbled a bit where she stood weakly. She had used quite a lot of magic today already. Amara felt Swaine turn her back around and she sighed against his neck as he held her tight to him. Damn she had been fascinating to watch.
Now she just needed that bath...
“ I already know what you’re thinking and yes, I have a set of your travel clothes, your boots, and a change of clothing for myself along with two cloaks. As much as I love these clothes, they’re much too bright for what we need right now.”
Amara’s eyebrow rose curiously. “ Soap and shampoo?” she asked, almost desperately.
“ Done.”
“ Bottomless bag?” Amara asked again, smiling now.
“ Damn right. I filched it from Marcassin before we left Hamelin. I’ve got a hell of a lot of supplies ready should we need to rough it for a long while.” Swaine replied as Amara pulled away to start digging into the bag for everything she needed.
“ We only need to get the Bright Briar, where the elves dwell. I remember when I was young, my father told me that if I was ever in trouble that I could find safety with the elves. Now I know why.” Amara replied. That certainly explained her natural talent with the healing arts. The elves were renowned in Evesta for their skill. She practically squealed in delight when she grabbed the soap she had made last year scented with her favorite herbs and flowers, along with the shampoo Marcassin had gifted her with as a late birthday present. A washcloth was soon procured as well and Amara felt as if she could dance with glee if the situation wasn’t still so dire.
“ And where is that?” Swaine asked, following Amara down to the river. His eyes were heated as they came to a stop and Amara set her things down on the ground. Swaine sat down as well and pulled out a towel for her and set it with everything she needed.
“ Map!” Amara intoned, closing her hands and opening them again to reveal a large and detailed map of the continent. “ Show me.” The map zoomed in on their location, rippling before them delicately.
Swaine’s eyes were large as he watched. “ Now that’s brilliant.” he said, his tone obviously impressed. And to think, last year Amara would have denied magic existed.
“ Okay, this is...Oh shit...” Amara began her eyes going wide. The path they needed to take was going to put them in insane amounts of danger. “ This is where we are here. Do you see the cirque here in the mountain chain? We need to go through this path, and we need to be very careful doing so. This pass is called the Giant’s Nest for a reason.”
“ Giants don’t exist...” Swaine replied, shaking his head. “ Something out of myth and legend.”
“ Not even close. I’ve been doing more than learning magic in the last seven months, Swaine. I’m going to be ruling this country once I beat Magnus. I needed to learn about it as well. There are four races of magical beings native here: the giants, the elves, the dwarves, and the goblins. The goblins and dwarves have been warring away for centuries to the north here in these mountains, more specifically under them. The fighting has not once ever spilled over to the Evestans, so we have never concerned ourselves with their squabbles. The elves, apparently my kin, live to the east here in the Bright Briar...” Amara moved the map as she spoke, pointing out everything Aden had taught her in the last half a year.
“ And the giants live mostly to these parts here in the mountain passes. We need to be very, very careful when we go through this passage. I would recommend doing this at night as opposed in the daytime due to the fact that giants are both very stupid and have bad night vision. So Aden tells me at least.” Amara spelled the map away and slipped off the burlap slippers she had been forced to wear. Off next came her dingy and bloodstained clothing, as most of the blood was her own, and she grabbed the soap and shampoo from the ground beside her without so much as paying any heed to Swaine. She found a little spring a little ways further from where they had stopped and Amara checked the temperature with her toe.
Perfect! she thought with a smile.
Swaine chuckled as she stripped without so much as batting an eye before him and smirked. Judging by Amara’s reaction, the water was perfect and he stood up to follow her. It had been a long seven months after all.
Amara quickly dunked herself under the water, and stood in the shallows to clean herself thoroughly. She felt so grimy after only being allowed a single bath a week, soap only for her body, no shampoo period. Using the washcloth she had grabbed to scrub herself raw, Amara then poured a healthy amount of the shampoo into her hands. She already knew it would take a few washings today to get all the dirt and grime out, but Amara was more than willing to take as long as it needed to feel clean again.
Swaine was content to just watch her for the moment. He could see with how vigorously she was working at her scalp; she was on her third washing already, that Amara would not welcome any advances until she felt completely clean again. Hell, her fair skin, pale from months spent indoors as opposed to the sun kissed tan he remembered, was bright red to how harshly she had scrubbed her skin raw. Swaine felt a twinge of shame as he looked upon all the bruises and scars he saw littering her gaunt body. Her back had the thin, tell tale scars of having had a lash taken to her on more than one occasion and she was much thinner than he ever remembered her being. Why had she protected him all this time? He hadn’t heard exactly what she had told Magnus as he and Martin were going over that phase of their plan at the time, but he knew Amara had been begging for his life.
After what seemed like an eternity, Amara waded deeper into the water to rinse off and Swaine took this as his cue to join her.
Amara sighed slightly as Swaine grabbed her around the middle as she stuck near the shallows after rinsing her hair. “ I honestly thought you had died, you realize.” she said softly. Tears were coming back to her eyes as she replayed that image in her head over and over again.
“ I guess that makes us even then.” Swaine whispered against her neck, relishing in the contact they had right now. “ You would not believe the terror I felt when you never returned after your abduction Amara. Then finding the aftermath of the battle you had been in, your hair covered in blood, your pendant and then your wand still smoldering on the ground...I was beside myself in my grief thinking I had lost you...” His grip on her tightened and Amara turned to face him. “ Why did you lie to me like that?”
“ It wasn’t your burden to bear, Swaine...” Amara whispered, her eyes downcast. “ I couldn’t allow you to fight beside me and have Magnus’s wizards find out who you are.” Her eyes gazed up at his with unwavering resolve as she said this, she had been that sure in her convictions.
“ Your chances would have been better if I had been there, Amara.” Swaine said, holding her at an arms length. His tawny eyes were boring down into hers now intensely. “ Why have you been protecting me all this time? I can see they tortured you mercilessly these last seven months. You could have saved yourself all that pain if you had let them know who you were with.”
“ I know for a fact you would have done the exact same thing Swaine.” Amara countered, her jaw conveying that she was ready to go to blows to defend her decision. “ There was no way in hell I was going to give him the one good thing I’ve had in my life since I got here. Magnus threatened to kill you and he nearly did! I nearly lost my grip on sanity there for a moment when I honestly believed you dead. I know I told you in my letter that the one thing that would break me was your death. I thought my heart had torn itself out of my chest when I watched you drop...” Amara burst into sobs here, burying her head between her hands as Swaine wrapped his arms around her again.
Swaine cursed himself for being as blind as he had been. While he always put Amara’s safety before his own, he hadn’t expected her to do the same in turn for him, not at such lengths at least. She had already proven that she would protect him just as fiercely as he would her when she had threatened to make her first kill back in the oasis so long ago. But seven months of torture and interrogation was a lot to endure. Swaine only hoped it’s long lasting effects wouldn’t paralyze her in the end. He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against her temple, only to be caught off guard as Amara’s hands snaked into his hair and pulled him down to her as her lips slid over his heatedly. Swaine groaned into her mouth as Amara slid up his body in the water a bit, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hips pressed into his sensually and Swaine felt himself get hard almost immediately.
“ Amara.” he groaned against her mouth, even as he pressed his hips into hers. By the ancients, it had been so long...
“ Don’t say a word, Swaine...” Amara gasped against his lips, rocking against him sensually. “ Please...I..” She groaned as his tongue plundered her mouth as Swaine turned toward the shallows and Amara held on tight as Swaine brought her out of the water and into the grass. She gasped as he entered her willing body with quick thrust, and she felt the soft grass at her back as Swaine laid down with her.
Swaine hissed as he slid into her tight heat and had to stop himself a moment as he pushed himself up to look at her. He flexed into her gently, her emerald eyes liquid as they locked onto his as Amara’s hips met his in the middle and Swaine lowered himself back down to her as he claimed her lips.
Damn he loved her....

Amara smiled a real smile for the first time in months as she used magic to finished drying her mid-shoulder length locks and then quickly braided them. She had just finished dressing and she sighed as Swaine placed feather light kisses against her neck and her hand wove into his damp curls as she leaned her head to the side to give him better access.
“ You’re in for it once we’re behind closed doors, Amara...” he growled against her ear, his hands snaking around her front and palming both breasts. They had been attacked in the middle of their interlude and Swaine didn’t like being interrupted. However, it was Amara who had put the fear of her into the creatures that had attacked them.
Amara arched into his touch as her eyes leveled hotly on his. “ I think I’d welcome you at your worst at this point.” she groaned wantonly. Their lips met heatedly as Swaine turned her around and her arms wrapped themselves tightly about his neck. She didn’t want to stop here, but they needed to get to safety before they could go further than this. “ Let’s get going...The sooner we can get to safety, the sooner we can satiate this appetite we have for one another.”

It was coming close to dusk when Amara checked the map on their location and Swaine looked about alertly. They had been waylaid by three ogres at separate times since entering the wood they were traveling through and Swaine heard something to the left and the ground shook a bit. He didn’t like the feel of it.
“ Amara...” he whispered warningly, loading his gun.
“ Shh!” she hissed, spelling away the map. She looked about carefully and pulled Swaine deeper into the brush to their left. She slid under a rock and her lover followed, and Amara watched as a fifty foot giant lumbered through the area of the wood they had just been in. “ Still don’t believe me?” she whispered. Well, that cinched it. They were pretty thick into the Giant’s Nest by this point.
Swaine shook his head. “ No...I believe you now.” he said, his voice a bit high in shock as he watched the giant stop. “ Is there any chance of us beating one?”
Amara looked him in the eye with a look that clearly said ‘ What the hell do you think?’ and shook her head. “ I highly doubt it. Even if we were to take him out at the knees, there would still be very little we could do...”
Swaine nodded. “ You may want to cast form familiar soon, Amara. Triton’s still a bit young to be...What happened?” he began, growing alarmed when Amara’s face fell at the mention of the splisher pup.
“ I wasn’t kidding when I said Magnus wanted to see me suffer...” she said, tears streaking her face. Magnus had forced Triton from her creature cage and had personally beat the little splisher to death. Triton had fought valiantly though, his sharp fangs had left more than a few scars along Magnus’ hands and wrist even as he repeatedly told her not to breath a word. “ He did me proud though. He didn’t give up the fight, not even with his last breath.” Triton had been such a loving familiar and Amara missed him greatly. He had died about six months ago after her initial capture. She felt Swaine give her shoulder a gentle squeeze as the giant lumbered out of sight. “ We need to stick it here until nightfall. Might as well get a bite to eat and rest while we can.”
Swaine nodded and pulled off his pack to start digging for food as Amara pulled the map back up now that they were in relative safety. Swaine pulled a kettle out and set it off to the side, and Amara tapped his shoulder. “ What is it?”
“ Please tell me that’s not what I think it is...” Amara said, zooming in on an area not too far from their location.
Swaine looked carefully at the map and his eyes went wide. “ That’s a cliff...Meaning we hav...”
“ Have to go deeper into the Giant’s Nest.” they chorused, their eyes locking fearfully.
“ I’ll step out and form that familiar and get a fire going.” Amara said flatly.
“ I’ll get the food and coffee ready.” Swaine replied. They were going to need the energy if they wanted to get out of here as fast as they could.

Moonlight was scarce as Swaine and Amara carefully made their way through the wilderness. Amara had brought them to a skidding halt when they nearly happened upon a sleeping giant in the middle of their path, and sighed in relief as they were able to sneak past it without waking it.
Dawn slowly started encroaching on them as they began growing weary, and Swaine quickly pulled Amara behind him as he heard something to their left. “ Amara...” he said worriedly, his brown eyes looking about. “ I think it’s about time to start running...”
Amara’s sabre appeared in her hand as she looked behind them. The cliffeside was blocking any chance they had to escape. “ We have nowhere to run you realize...”
Swaine began thinking and he smirked. “ Yes we do...” He whistled shrilly, and not a moment too soon as a gigantic club came crashing down beside them. This one wasn’t nearly as big as the others that they had come across, but at fourteen feet high he was still eight and a half feet taller than Amara and seven and a half feet taller than Swaine.
Swaine’s gun fired in a quick rat tat tat as he aimed for the giant’s eyes. “ Go for his knees and ankles! If we can incapacitate him, we can try to escape!” he said quickly to Amara.
Amara nodded and discarded her cloak as she darted in towards the giant with a swiftness that Swaine never realized she possessed. A second sabre appeared in her right hand as Amara lept out of the way of a meaty fist. She jabbed up into the flesh of the wrist, and the giant roared in outrage as Amara sliced lengthwise through the skin and into the vein, showering herself in blood as she did so.
Swaine rolled to his right as he dodged the club again as Amara disappeared behind the giant and Swaine took aim. If he could take out the eyes, there was a chance they could win this. Swaine danced out of the way once more as he made his shots and the giant went to a knee as Amara streaked back into vision as she drug her blades through the achilles tendon of the left foot.
Amara grunted as she was hit in her blind spot and went flying fifty feet as her sabres dissipated with her loss of focus. She hit the ground hard and grunted as she tried to get a grip on anything to slow her skidding. She was drawing much too close to the cliff side. “ SWAINE!”
Swaine was already running towards her and slid on his side just as Amara went over the edge, their hands interlocking desperately. A shadow passed over head and Swaine struggled to keep his hold on Amara. “ You trust me, right?”
“ I think that goes without saying!” Amara snapped back.
“ Let go...” Swaine said, swinging his arm and Amara shook her head. “ Trust me! Kick off the wall, let go and jump! NOW!”
Amara took a deep breath and did as she was told, closing her eyes as she began to free fall. A set of talons caught her by her outstretched arms.
I’ve got you! Don’t worry! Tengri said, flying back towards the cliffside where Swaine was. He let Amara go near the ground as she hit it running, calling her sabre forward again and she darted back in so that she could slice into the soft flesh behind the giant’s knee.
Swaine ran over to Tengri and hopped on the dragon’s back and the azure wyrm took back to the sky so that his rider could get a better shot. Swaine was able to get one of the eyes out just as Amara darted out from behind the giant covered in a fresh sheen of blood. The giant gave a roar of frustration and he tripped over his feet as he tried to get his hand wrapped around Amara.
“ Tengri!” Amara shouted, running back to the cliffside as the giant came limping behind her.
Tengri dove down quickly, and Swaine grabbed his jeweled collar as he stood up with his hand outstretched. “ Now!” Swaine shouted, his world suddenly changing direction as Amara lept off the cliff and her hands clasped around his reaching one. Tengri flipped back over as Amara landed on his back behind Swaine and the giant reached too far over the cliff to try to catch the dragon by the tail.
The couple watched as the giant toppled over the cliff and Swaine pulled Amara in front of him excitedly. “ We did it!” he crowed happily, embracing her tightly. Amara smiled back and she used his cloak to wipe her face off. She was a mess...Again.
“ I can’t believe it! We defeated a giant!” Amara exclaimed, looking down at the large cloud of dust clearing below them. She shook her head and turned to face the front. “ Map!”

Tengri set them down not too far from the entrance of the Bright Briar and Amara quickly spelled all the dirt and grime off of her. Swaine landed just behind her and Amara turned to Tengri.
“ Thank you for coming to our aid.” Amara said, nuzzling his snout with her nose.
Tengri visibly chuckled. You’re welcome Amara. Tell Swaine I am never too far if either of you need me. I didn’t make it back to the three kingdoms before the veil appeared again. Tengri said.
Amara smiled. “ That would be my doing and I’m sorry for that. Now, go find somewhere safe to roost.” She turned back to Swaine and embraced him again. “ That was a hell of a gamble, Swaine.”
“ I know. I rode Tengri over here to begin with and knew he probably hadn’t gotten far.” Swaine replied. His eyes took in the magnificent golden wood before them and Amara took him by the hand.
“ Come on...” she said, smiling. Safety, and sleep, were very close at hand.

They had been walking in the briar for a little over an hour when Swaine stopped cold. Someone had snuck up on him and there was a blade at his neck. “ Amara...” he said, a second blade joining the one on his left.
Amara turned quickly and she summoned her sabre again. “ Stand down! He’s with me.” she said, her eyes narrowed. “ I am Princess Amara Ivette Debrotane of Evesta.”
“ Tana mare voc tien, har donai ith lle namen dala.” one of them said, leveling bright golden eyes on Amara.
“ I’m sorry, I don’t speak elvish...” Amara replied.
“ I said we know who you are, Princess. We will not turn away one of our own, but the outsider must leave.”
“ No. He is Prince Gascon of Hamelin, and is also an enemy of Lord Magnus. To send him away would send him to his death.” Amara hissed.
“ We cannot make that determination. However, we will allow him to come with you for now. If the king allows him to stay, then that will be it. If not, well, then I’m sure you can guess what will happen.” the guard said.
Amara’s eyes leveled dangerously on the elves still training their blades on Swaine’s neck. “ I suggest you lower your blades. He has saved my life on three separate occasions. I trust this man most explicitly.” she hissed, prepared to defend Swaine if she had to.
“ Amara, it’s fine...” Swaine said placatingly as they lowered their blades. He felt Amara snake her hand into his for reassurance and Swaine gave it a gentle squeeze.
The captain of the platoon watched them carefully and smirked slightly. The chances were good that the king would not turn away the man his granddaughter loved.
Swaine could feel how tense Amara was as they were led through the elven king’s palace and were brought before his throne. Swaine made sure to bow low as Amara curtsied as best as she could, the elven king’s golden eyes watching them appraisingly.
Without warning, the elven queen stood and swept down the steps, clutching Amara to her happily. “ Oh granddaughter! Two decades has it been since we saw you last. We ultimately feared the worst with your disappearance.”
“ Tamara, let them breath. I know my flesh and blood as she is the spitting image of her mother, but this stranger is unknown to me and is not evestan. Amara, who is this man who has been traveling beside you?” the elven king, Dagaron, asked. His voice was soft and gentle like a breeze, his fair face looking down upon both of them expectantly.
“ Your majesty, grandfather, the man by my side is Prince Gascon of Hamelin. If not for him, I would not be here today. He’s saved my life thrice, took me under his roof without so much as a second thought, and has given me a chance to flourish into the person I’ve become since my return last year. I owe him everything.” Amara said, smiling softly as she looked to her right.
Dagaron smirked. His granddaughter was in love with the prince? What was it with the daughter’s of his line falling in love with mortal men? “ Have you anything to say about this, Prince of Hamelin?”
“ I would willingly do it all over again without so much as batting an eye, your majesty.” Swaine said softly, bowing low again. “ Amara’s safety and wellbeing have been my chief priority since the very day I met her a year and three months ago, though I won’t deny that she’s made that difficult a few times.” He said this last part teasingly and affectionately as Amara smirked. “ I would ask that you please grant me asylum here as well. We share a common enemy in Magnus, and the wilds are much different here than those I am accustomed to back in the three kingdoms, your majesty. Please forgive me for being so forward, but I don’t wish to leave Amara’s side again. The last seven months have found me beside myself in worry for her.”
Amara felt a thrill go through her as Swaine boldly took her hands in his as he said this, his tawny eyes bright as they connected with hers.
Dagaron looked at them both consideringly with a smile on his face. There was something familiar about that prince and the way he spoke. It was then that Dagaron began laughing. “ You remind me of my son in law when he came here courting my daughter, Tamarion. I will grant you asylum, Prince Gascon, though I must ask...Is this just friendship to you?”
“ Forgive me again for my boldness, your majesty, but not by a long shot. Before Magnus’ wizards abducted her from me seven months ago, Amara and I had been courting for about a month. I fully intend to pick back up where I left off.” Swaine said, his eyes glittering promisingly in regards to what he had meant.
Amara blushed brightly at this and shyly turned her head to the side even as she smiled. For the love of pete, she hoped Dagaron didn’t catch that innuendo. She felt Swaine draw her in closer to him as her arms snaked around his waist and rested her head against his chest. Her eyes were shut contentedly as she relished in Swaine’s presence beside her and felt his fingers run through her locks. Her braid must have fallen out sometime during the fight.
As much as Swaine wanted to, he didn’t dare kiss Amara in front of her grandparents, not on the lips at least. He laid a gentle kiss on her temple as he rested his cheek against the top of her head.
Tamara and Dagaron were both smiling as they sat watching the two for a moment as they interacted. The two were very much smitten with one another it seemed. “ Prince Gascon, congratulations on being the first mortal allowed in my palace in nearly thirty years. To cast you out to a common foe would be folly, especially when you have gone through such great lengths to stay by Amara’s side. However, a moment alone with our granddaughter if you would not mind. There is an antechamber to the left you may wait in.”
Swaine was knocked from his reverie and quickly bowed before exiting the room to the left behind one of the chambermaids.
“ Come here, granddaughter.” Dagaron said gently, and Amara flew up the steps happily as he embraced her.
“ I cannot thank you enough for allowing him to stay.” Amara whispered, tightening her hold on Dagaron a bit.
“ I could not cast him out when we share the same enemy. If I provide him a guest room, is he going to sleep in it?” Dagaron asked knowingly, holding his granddaughter at an arms length.
Amara blushed a bright red and shook her head in the negative. “ No, and I was going to request that anyways. I need him there, grandfather. The last seven months have not been kind...” Amara’s voice trailed away softly as tears spilled from her cheeks.
Dagaron motioned to have Swaine brought back into the room and slid his fingers through his granddaughter’s locks fondly. “ I have only heard rumor of everything he has done to you since your return to Evesta, Amara. I will have a suite setup for the two of you. Now, I can see you both are weary. Follow us to our afternoon luncheon, and then the two of you can rest for the night.”
The meal was nothing at all what they expected, and though it seemed as if it was made of light finger foods, Amara and Swaine found themselves full by the end of it. Dagaron asked Swaine many questions about the land he hailed from, and Swaine obliged him willingly as he spoke of the three kingdoms.
Amara’s eyes were soft as she looked upon Swaine and she chuckled as the three of them laughed at something her beloved said to her grandparents. She felt a little bit of heat flare in her belly as she thought of how soon they would be alone and Swaine’s eyes locked to hers a moment. The same heat was just there under the surface.

Amara sighed as she closed the door behind them, hopping on one foot as she pulled a boot away and started in on the next one. She heard Swaine drop his bag heavily as he all but fell into the bed once he kicked off his own boots. Both of them were so damn tired after their harrowing night.
Amara’s eyes went wide when she took a good look at the room her grandfather had provided them. Their suite was huge! She smiled brightly as she saw steam billowing from the en suite bathroom and pulled Swaine from the bed. “ Come on...You and I are taking a bath.” she purred.
Both stared in awe at how huge the bathroom was.
“ This is as big as the main room at our cottage...” Swaine deadpanned. Hell, the tub itself was more like a swimming pool.
“ Our cottage?” Amara asked, turning towards him. She smirked as Swaine flushed a bit and then smiled down at her. Her hands were pulling his shirt away from where it was tucked into his pants and her eyes were glittering promisingly. She needed him now...
“ Our cottage. It’s as much as your home away from home as it is mine now, Amara.” Swaine purred. He lifted his arms as Amara pulled his shirt away and smirked. “ Two can play at that game, you realize.” He leaned forward and captured Amara’s lips, his tongue snaking into her mouth as he lifted and pinned her against the bathroom wall.
Amara groaned wantonly into his mouth as Swaine roughly pulled her pants away after his fingers had deftly undone her belt, and she quickly unwrapped her legs from his waist so that he could drop them to the floor. Her hands started in on his belt as well and Swaine grunted appreciatively as one of her hands slipped into his pants to touch him boldly. Amara smiled as she wrapped her fingers around his rigid manhood, and she gasped as her head flew back at the feeling of Swaine’s fingers as they found their way to her center.
“ Tit for tat, Amara.” Swaine purred hotly against her lips. His other hand was fighting with the ties on her vest and Amara brought her free hand up to help him as he claimed her lips savagely again.
The remnants of their clothing was soon discarded to the floor and Amara rolled her hips sensually against Swaine’s as he walked them both over to the tub.
“ What the hell are you waiting for, Swa...” Amara was quickly silenced as Swaine kissed her deeply as he lowered them into the hot water.
“ That’s Gascon, Amara...” he growled her lips. He couldn’t understand why, but he wanted to hear his real name fall from her lips whenever they shared moments like this. He quickly stopped Amara’s hips before she drove him further into his need for her and settled her against him. “ As for what I’m waiting for, you’ll see...”
Amara shouted in surprise as Swaine took them both under the water in a deeper part of the tub, sputtering a bit as they came back up. “ You could have warned me you were going to do that.” she said with a glare. It dissipated almost immediately as Swaine’s lips wrapped around a pert nipple, his fingers slipping to the junction between her thighs and toying with her center there and Amara cried out at the long forgotten sensation. And to think, they were only just getting warmed up.
Swaine turned in the water and hoisted Amara up onto the side of the bath once they reached the shallows again, stretching her out as he kissed and licked every piece of skin he could get his lips around. His deft fingers trailed up her thigh and Swaine heard Amara whimper his name as his lips traveled lower. Swaine groaned appreciatively as Amara pulled him back up, and rolled them over with her on top of them.
“ I’d love to keep this up, love, but I’ve been wound up for much too long and I have no patience for the foreplay today...” Amara purred, positioning him at her entrance and sliding down his hard shaft. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation even as Swaine hissed his surprise, his hips rising to meet hers in tandem and Amara gave a low groan as he set a gentle pace once again.
Their coupling was swift, but passionate as Swaine rolled them over and took Amara tenderly. His body never once lifted from hers as he drove into her, their lips locked and tongues dueling as they both strove for the heights.
Amara crested the wave before Swaine did, clutching him as tightly as she could as she cried her completion into the slope of his neck and Swaine followed her immediately into bliss. Neither moved for a long while, tears streaking Amara's face at the feeling welling up in her heart and Swaine kissed them away sweetly, his hands entwining with hers as he nuzzled her neck lovingly.
Finally the two moved into the tub, and Swaine attended to Amara silently and fondly. After the harsh treatment Amara had received the last seven months, she was overdue for some tenderness.

They slept soundly in one another's arms that night, both feeling safe and content for the first time in over half a year. Amara was the first to wake as the first rays of dawn settled in through the window and she smiled softly as she looked upon Swaine's sleeping face. They had made love again before they had fallen asleep and Amara kissed his forehead lightly so as not to wake him.
Swaine stirred slightly and Amara nestled back into his embrace. Swaine clutched her tightly to him in his sleep, mumbling as he did so in his sleep.
Amara chuckled and fell back asleep as she listened to Swaine’s steady heartbeat. The gentle tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump in her ear was comforting and reassuring that this wasn’t just a dream she would wake from.

After the first few mornings in the elf king’s palace, Swaine quickly learned to make sure to either wait until Amara had left the room, or to go into the bathroom to dress if he didn’t want to be accosted by his lover. He found that Amara loved to watch him dress, and would then take perverse joy in stripping him of everything he had just taken the time to put on as she took Swaine to the mats.
They spent a lot of time in the courtyard working on Amara’ s swordplay, and even Dagaron stepped in to help in his granddaughter’s training. Tamara worked with her on her spell work, teaching Amara elvish spells that no evestan had been given the opportunity to learn since Percivical’s time courting Tamarion. Amara also filled out again with the steady course of meals and training regimen, and Swaine was hard pressed not to stare when she would walk in his line of vision.
The first day of summer came, and with it a lively celebration was being set up to commemorate the solstice. The elves were very much tied to nature and the return of one of their lost daughters just before the solstice bore good tidings that the land would come to flourish again.
Amara was all smiles as she and Swaine joined her grandparents in the clearing the festival was to be held in and Tamara looked to her husband fondly. It was obvious the younger couple was very much in love with one another. Tamara only hoped Swaine would fight to keep her once Amara reclaimed the throne. If not, the broken heart alone would more than likely be the end of her....
The music was lively and Amara tried to pull Swaine to his feet. “ Come on, honey...Just one dance.”
“ I have two left feet, Amara!” Swaine said, laughing aloud as his lover got him to his feet. “ I can’t dance to save my life...” he admitted.
“ It’s easy. You’re nimble enough, Gascon. Just watch me for a few turns and then match that.” Amara purred flirtatiously. She had gotten a hold on some of the elven wine that was on the table, not realizing Swaine had had a few glasses himself.
Swaine nearly stumbled as Amara pulled him towards the fire, having no choice but to do as she had told him to do. He was smiling brightly though at the apparent joy in Amara’s eyes, the emerald green depths sparkling with happiness as they bounded together with the rest of the couples dancing.
Dagaron was watching them curiously. The couples that were dancing were supposed to be bound together that night. In elvish culture, most weddings were normally held at the same time as the seasonal festivals, as they believed that those married on these holy days were blessed with much luck and prosperity. There was no telling if Amara knew this or not, she hadn’t had the time to learn much of her elvish heritage. He stood to walk over to them and waited for the music to stop.
The music did come to an end and Amara smiled even as Swaine leaned in to kiss her deeply. It had been a while since they had had this much fun together. Amara’s hands nestled into his relaxed curls, fisting them slightly as Swaine’s tongue entwined with her own.
“ Amara...” Dagaron said, amusement clearly in his voice as they broke apart quickly. “ I figured I might warn the both of you to step away for the next dance. The couples that are dancing tonight are those that are to be married this evening. Unless you both wish the be bound together the rest of your lives that is...”
Amara and Swaine both colored and nodded as they moved to sit down silently.
“ Did you want to stay over there?” Swaine whispered teasingly.
Amara blushed brighter in the firelight as she watched the elves dancing merrily. “ Only if you did...” she responded obliquely. She thought he knew she loved him...Well, to his credit, Swaine had a lot more on his plate at the moment that she had told Magnus that.
Swaine smiled. “ Tell me the truth Amara.” he purred. “ We haven’t talked a lot about what we have and I think it’s time to clear the air.”
“ What do you mean clear the air? You’ve been courtin....”
“ I want more than that Amara...” Swaine admitted seriously, his hands on her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. “ I’m not afraid to tell you that either.”
“ What more can I give you? You have my heart, you’ve always had it...You have my body to find solace and comfort in. What’s left?” Amara said, shouldering her way out of his grasp.
“ I just want to hear you say you love me...” Swaine replied desperately, catching Amara by the wrist before she stalked off. “ I need to hear that the love I hold for you has an answering one...” his voice was soft as he drew Amara into his embrace.
Amara pushed away slightly so that she could cup his face in her hands as she smiled at him. “ I thought you heard me when you were standing at the gallows, Gascon...Magnus asked me to give him a reason why he should have spared your life and I told him that if love was not a noble enough reason, that I didn’t know what else was.” Amara replied. Her heart felt as if it was going to burst in her chest it was so full at that moment.
Swaine smiled even as their lips crashed together, his arms wrapping around her tightly. The binding ceremony was finishing now as a faint golden light settled over each of the couples. “ Would you have bound yourself to me if we had stayed there, not realizing what was going on?” he asked, nearly breathless now.
“ In a heartbeat...” Amara replied, her eyes half lidded as she looked at Swaine hotly. “ I think it’s time for the two of us to get some rest, darling...”
Swaine chuckled. Rest looked to be the last thing on Amara’s mind. “ If my princess insists.” he purred in return.
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