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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 8: Altercation

Amara panted heavily as she lay in Swaine's arms, both of them coming down off the mutual high that their lovemaking induced in them. To his credit, Swaine had never been as ardent as he had been with her tonight, constantly whispering words of love and affection in her ear as he took her strongly. Amara smiled tiredly as his lips pressed against her temple and his arms drew her in closer against him.
Swaine felt her sigh against his chest as Amara snuggled deeper into his embrace if that were possible and he closed his eyes contentedly.
" I love you..." she whispered tiredly as she began dozing off.
" I love you too Amara..." he murmured sleepily.

Magnus was pacing the throne room irritatedly. Someone had replaced the veil, thus preventing him from sending his warships to the Autumnian shores to storm Hamelin and an elven envoy had just been there to declare that his niece and that blasted porcine prince she loved were beyond his reach in the Bright Briar. He couldn't even ask his son to do anything as Marcassin had told him that Aden was unwell and had stayed in Hamelin at the time of Amara's insurrection three months prior.
Swearing into the empty room, Magnus picked up a vase on a nearby table and threw it a ways until it shattered where it landed. He would not allow the ruling line to be further muddled with impure blood. His silver eyes narrowed in his rage even as he released it in a bellow of torment. Amara had to die.

Dagaron pulled Swaine aside a few days later, smirking as he led him out towards the courtyard. Amara was in the library looking over some of the tomes as she tried to learn elvish, though she could successfully speak some now.
" It doesn't take much to see that you and my granddaughter are lovers, Gascon..." Dagaron began, chuckling as Swaine blanched. " Do not fret, my boy, I am happy that she has someone she loves as deeply as she does you. It is not uncommon in elvish culture for women to have lovers before they marry as we live so long. The question I have for you is if..."
" The moment I am able to, your majesty, I will be petitioning the council she sets for the right to marry her. I don't plan on giving her up for anything." Swaine said without missing a beat. He even had her engagement ring made already.
Dagaron nodded approvingly. " They will more than likely try to hoist a son of evestan blood off on her. It will not be an easy fight."
" The best things in life are those worth fighting for, your eminence." Swaine replied sagely. He fully intended to keep asking until they cracked too. Amara was his. He would not allow another man to know the sweetness she gave him.
Dagaron smiled here. " That is reassuring to know." he said. They came to a stop at a covered table near some of the training dummies. " I have a gift for you. I have noticed that you utilize a gun with magical properties..." He pulled the sheet that was covering the table and Swaine smiled broadly at the sight of a rifle there. " I have had my engineers working on this since just after your arrival. I know how treacherous Magnus can be and I will make sure the both of you are more than prepared for the battle ahead."
Swaine picked up the rifle. Despite it's size it was light as a feather. He began checking it's calibration and tested the sights as he zeroed in on a dummy two hundred paces away. Dagaron didn't even flinch when Swaine pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing broadly through the courtyard and startling many a guard. Amara even jumped in the library when she heard it. He was smiling as he laid it back down on the table and he gave Dagaron a curt bow.
" This is handsome gift, your majesty. I do not know how to repay you for such kindness." Swaine said sincerely.
Dagaron patted Swaine's shoulder a bit. " The protection you've given my granddaughter as well as the happiness you bring her are more than enough, Gascon." Dagaron said softly. " I've already lost my daughter and son in law because of Magnus and his evil, I cannot bear to lose my granddaughter again..."
Swaine nodded solemnly. Even if he had to put a bullet between Magnus' eyes, he would do so to keep Amara tethered to the land of the living.

Amara and Swaine sat in the sitting room not too far from their chambers and began laying out their strategy for when they would leave in the morning to head back to the palace. Amara had been fitted earlier in the week for some armor, as had Swaine. Tomorrow was going to be a true test of their metal and skills.
" Amara..." Swaine said, his voice low. " I need to ask you now. Do you believe that you will be able to land a killing blow on him? If not I will not hesitate to rid him from this world."
Amara thought this over for a long moment. She had a compassionate streak a mile wide, true to the elvish meaning of her name, and she looked Swaine in the eyes. " Yes. I expect you to not interfere, Gascon. This is a heavy score to settle between him and I."
Swaine sighed and shook his head. " I can't promise that Amara...I thought I lost you once. I'm not leaving it to chance." he whispered, his cinnamon eyes hard.
Amara sighed as well even as she began formulating a contingency plan. " I understand. I think we've done all we can tonight. We have a hard day ahead of us tomorrow."
Swaine nodded as they both stood and took Amara's hand in his as they walked towards their room. Her thumb was brushing his as they walked, something he learned that was a giveaway that something was weighing heavily on her mind. " What's wrong?" he asked as she shut the door behind them.
Amara smirked and wrapped her arms around him. " I'm actually afraid of how drastically everything will change once Magnus is out of the picture. I won't be able to see you as often..."
Swaine smirked. Not if he had anything to say about it. " There's no denying we have a long road ahead of us. But I refuse to give up what we have Amara..." Swaine's cinnamon eyes were soft as they locked onto Amara's emerald ones. " I love you and I will do everything I can to make this work."
Amara smiled and drew Swaine down so that she could claim his lips, a fire sparking within her at this declaration. Her fingers slowly began to work at the buttons of his shirt, and she heard Swaine moan delightedly as she deepened their kiss, their tongues entwining passionately. Swaine’s deft fingers began working at the ties on her dress, and he groaned as Amara’s lips left his and began kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh of his neck as her hands pushed his shirt and jacket away from his shoulders. He quickly toed off his boots as his hands left her back and rested on Amara’s shoulders, pushing her dress down even as Swaine used them to balance himself. Amara gasped against his neck as Swaine’s hands smoothed her garment away down her arms, his thumbs grazing the swell of her breasts as he leaned in again to kiss her.
Swaine lifted Amara as her dress crumpled to the floor, her arms wrapping over his shoulders and her lean legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her over to their bed. Amara gasped as his erection pressed into her heat through their clothing and Swaine smirked as he tossed Amara into the center of it. She gave a surprised shout as she bounced a few times and laughed brightly as Swaine jumped in over top of her playfully, tackling her down to the mattress even as he kissed her. He smirked as Amara arched into him as she drew him in closer, rolling her hips against his invitingly and making him groan into her mouth.
Amara’s hands slid down the front of Swaine’s torso, and he flinched a bit as her fingers ghosted past his ticklish spot. He growled against her lips as Amara began undoing his belt, and the piece of leather was cast off to the side not even a moment later. Amara smirked against his lips as she slid a hand into his trousers to pump his shaft a few times, and Swaine groaned as his lover pleasured him this way.
Amara was soon the one gasping and groaning as Swaine lips latched onto a pert breast, laving attention on a rosy nipple as his fingers tweaked and teased it’s twin. Swaine’s other hand soon began traveling lower as he switched to Amara’s other breast, and Amara gasped as he petted her through her knickers. A low groan began forming in the back of her throat as Swaine’s fingers slipped past the waistband of the undergarment and began toying with the little bundle of nerves hidden between Amara’s slick folds. She arched into him again, Amara’s hands gently fisting his hair as her eyes closed in her pleasure, and Swaine began moving lower still.
Swaine drew Amara’s knickers away and their eyes locked for a moment as he pressed a kiss into her inner thigh. Her emerald eyes were glowing lovingly as they connected with his bright cinnamon ones, only to screw shut as Swaine tongue began harvesting her honey from the source. Swaine grunted as he caressed her in this most intimate manner, losing himself in the taste of her even as Amara cried out in her abandon and fisted his locks in an effort to draw him closer if possible.
Amara’s back arched sharply as Swaine expertly brought her closer to the edge, her voice falling on his ears like sweet music. Swaine heard her voice begin to rise in a steady crescendo and he applied himself more ardently. His eyes were glittering up at her as he watched Amara in her ecstasy, and he groaned as her released crashed over her. He was sure not to miss a single drop of her sweetness and Amara panted heavily as Swaine kissed his way up her body again.
Swaine gave a slight shout in surprise as Amara quickly turned them over, only to hiss in appreciation as she gave him the same attention in turn. His eyes closed as Amara wrestled his pants down his hips, and he groaned as her hot little hand wrapped around his shaft again. Swaine's eyes opened to watch her as she gave him a sexy little smirk as her tongue darted out and twirled around the head of his cock.
" Damn Amara..." He crooned as she took him in her mouth. His hands buried themselves in her silky chestnut colored locks as she bobbed up and down, her lips and tongue driving him wild with desire for her.
Amara loved hearing Swaine's low growls as she brought him closer to release, her hand stimulating what she couldn't fit in her mouth as she worked her magic over him. Amara's eyes glittered like gemstones as she heard the series of groans that heralded Swaine's release and applied herself more ardently to the task at hand.
Swaine felt his release hit him and he groaned his completion as Amara swallowed down his emissions. Damn he loved her so...
Amara felt Swaine pull her back up to him, his fingers caressing her and stoking the fire that was already burning inside of her as they kissed and petted one another back into a frenzy. Unable to wait any longer, Swaine sat up with Amara in his lap, sliding into her heat with a smooth thrust as Amara cried out passionately.
" Gascon!" she cried, clutching his shoulders as he pulled her into every stroke. He was hitting bottom with every thrust as Amara rolled her hips in the way he loved. She felt her back hit the mattress as Swaine maneuvered them so be could be on top and arched into him to feel more. She could not get enough of the feel of his body against hers as he claimed her lovingly.
Swaine flexed into her ardently, their hips meeting in a fast tempo as he took all he could of her. There was no telling what would happen tomorrow although Swaine knew he would never love anyone again as deeply as he loved Amara. He heard her cry out as he drove her towards the foot of the bed, thrusting hard and deep as they both strove for the heights. Amara was chanting his name in a fast paced mantra now, her green eyes locked to his tawny ones as their passion for one another grew higher and higher. Swaine groaned as she tightened around him, her next orgasm building quickly as he gave her everything he had in him to give and Swaine groaned as her hot flow washed over him as she broke apart beneath him. Swaine powered through her release, unwilling to stop as he claimed her thoroughly and rolled Amara to her knees.
" I love you..." he whispered huskily into her ear as Amara cried out at the change of angle, their loins slapping together loudly Swaine pounded into her. He could not get enough of her, or the love she gave to him so freely. She was the one beacon of light that had drawn him from a lonely existence and for that Swaine would never let her go.
“ Gascon, please I...OHHHHH!” Amara cried as his lips locked to her neck and his fingers found her clit even as he drove into her strongly. Heavens above he was thorough, but Amara loved Swaine like this. Strong, passionate, and focused on a single goal...Her. She had no clue if she had the elven gift, but even if she did, she would cast it off. The only life she wanted was the possible future she had with Swaine...There was no one else for her. Amara felt her third orgasm of the night building as Swaine began growling a bit in her ear, his chest reverberating against her back as his own release built up. Her world suddenly switched directions again as Swaine pinned her to the mattress, her legs hooked over his shoulders and his lips crashed to hers even as Amara cried out wantonly into his mouth.
Swaine gazed down at Amara as she reached ever closer to the breaking point, her breath hitching in her throat with every thrust that hit bottom and leaving a slight, but wonderful ache. Her green locked onto his as she began to crest the wave.
“ I love you...” she breathed out, and then her eyes closed as she toppled into bliss.
Three little words had never made Swaine come so hard.
The two lay gasping against one another as Swaine clutched Amara to him almost desperately. She just had to be victorious tomorrow. She just had to be.

Amara stood out on a hill just outside of the capital, her cloak billowing in the wind ominously and her green eyes sweeping over the landscape before them. Swaine came to stand beside her, his tawny eyes hard as he shouldered his rifle and he looked down at Amara. They had sent an envoy to the palace to summon Magnus for this final showdown. That had been two hours ago. More than likely they would be waiting longer than that. Aden’s men had mostly escaped the city after the insurrection and had managed to gather behind her. Dagaron’s men were with them as well, and their numbers easily would overpower the three hundred and fifty or so soldiers that Magnus had left. The force Amara had with her was easily double that.
“ The men are ready and waiting for your orders, Amara.” Swaine said morosely. They had been preparing for this showdown the last three months. He hadn’t slept much, but even now, he felt as if he was hardwired for the slightest noise.
“ Thank you.” she said softly. Her eyes narrowed as she looked upon a black splotch on the land in the distance. “ Do you see what I see?”
Swaine nodded. There was a force exiting the city. " He's coming."
Amara nodded and turned to the men gathered behind her. " Listen up! Magnus and his men are on their way here. I thank you all for coming in this darkest hour, but there is a light shining in the distance! This battle will be long and arduous at best, but we can win! The shadow that he has placed over this land can be lifted provided we all give everything we have! What say you?! Are you ready to put an end to his tyranny? This age of oppression?!" Amara called out to them, her voice full of strength and resolve. A resounding cheer met her in return and Swaine could not help but smile at the hope she inspired in them. It was hard not to believe in her. " Then ready yourselves men! Our hour is at hand! Let us all fight the good fight and rid this world of Magnus' evil once and for all!"
Another cheer met Amara as she summoned her sabre and prepared herself.
" Marksmen at the ready!" Swaine commanded, his voice full of authority as he took to the front line with the rest of the marksmen. He stood in the middle of the line behind the shooters that were kneeling and Swaine took a steadying breath as he looked ahead. He looked over his shoulder to Amara and she nodded, her emerald eyes full of worry. Swaine turned his eyes back to the front as he loaded the chamber, and heard the familiar clicks of guns being loaded in front of him.
A low bellow was heard in the distance and the roar of a charge was heard as Magnus' force began to blitz towards them. The boom of thunder was heard, and lightning flashed overhead, silhouetting Amara on the hillside as she stood at the ready. She certainly made for an imposing figure as she stood there with the tip of her sword in the dirt and her hands folded regally over the hilt.
" Take aim!" Swaine already had his target in sight as he stood, the stock of his gun nestled securely in his shoulder.
" Swords and wands at the ready men! Here they come!" Amara commanded, holding her blade high as as she walked a few paces east and west. Another boom of thunder was heard and the lightning flashed once more, this time behind the force bearing down on them.
" FIRE!" Swaine ordered, firing his first round no sooner than he had given the command.
The first line crumpled to the ground as bullets and arrows riddled the men who had the misfortune of being the first in the charge. The following soldiers behind them rushed forward still and soon the two forces clashed with all the force of a typhoon.
The clanging of steel soon began echoing through the evestan countryside, peppered with the sound of gunshots as they boomed and the screams and course shouts of the men who were dying. It was a sound that Amara nor Swaine would soon forget. The pounding sound of rain soon added to the cacophony and drenched all parties involved.
Swaine ducked a sword stroke that would have cleaved his arm from his shoulder, using the stock of his gun to jab the bastard in the gut before turning the barrel of his gun forward and shooting him point blank. He drew his own sword as two more men rushed him and Swaine grunted in pain as one of the blades glanced Swaine's side. He swore as he held the wound to staunch the bleeding and Swaine spun around, expertly dodging a jab meant for his heart and slitting the throat of one of his assailants as he did so. The other man rushed in, plunging his sword through the hard leather cuirass and into Swaine’s belly as he did so.
“ Dammit!” Swaine shouted, even as he felled the man who just stabbed him. With a grunt, he pulled the sword from his gut and threw it to the side. He looked around wildly for Amara, as they had gotten separated, and he saw her in the distance. “ Amara! Behind you!” he cried, shouldering his gun despite the pain and blasting the bugger to hell.
Looking towards her beloved, Amara’s eyes went wide when she saw the wounds Swaine had sustained so far and her focus quickly switched back to the men attempting to kill her. Her eyes narrowed into fine slits as she plunged her sabre into the ground, and she began weaving her magic, chanting in elvish as she did so. A torrent of air whipped around her as Amara flung her arms outward, knocking Magnus’ soldier’s off their feet and into the mud. Casting the rune for puppet string, she locked them on Swaine’s armor and pulled him out of harms way just as a sword came down in the spot he had just occupied.
“ Thank you love.” Swaine said, a bit out of breath. Amara quickly kneeled beside him as she unbuckled part of his cuirass, and swiftly darted a light filled palm under it to heal his wounds. Swaine quickly buckled it back up as Amara got to her feet, utilizing puppet string again to throw a hapless soldier into a group charging them.
“ Anytime.” Amara replied. She took the offered potion Swaine was handing her, and felt her magic strengthen again. “ Nostrum?”
“ Here, I’ve got two bottles left.” he replied even as he nodded. His eyes went wide and Swaine swiftly kicked his gun up from the ground. “ DUCK!”
Amara did as she was told, and not a moment too soon as Swaine fired a volley into the man that had attempted to ambush her from behind as she had tucked the potions away. She looked up, giving a short scream of surprise and she pushed Swaine even as she jumped out of the way. Swaine rolled to the opposite direction as a huge club hit the ground right where they had been standing.
Damn him! He managed to get a giant...Amara thought. Her eyes locked onto Swaine’s from across the way and both of them nodded at the same time. She already knew what Swaine was thinking. Amara discarded her cloak in order to gain a bit of speed in the rain, and sprinted for her blade even as she called another to her right hand. Magic wouldn’t be of any use here.
Magnus was watching from the distance as the forty foot tall giant began waylaying Amara and Swaine, his club swinging madly as Amara nimbly sprinted and skidded across the wet ground in order to confuse the huge imbecil. He smirked as Swaine was forced to roll out of harms way time and again, unable to get a bead on his target.
Magnus wasn’t expecting what came next however.

Amara skidded to a halt as her hand created a little wake in the water pooling on the ground, her left raised with her blades at the ready behind her. She sprinted in as fast as she could, thankful for her elvish heritage as her feet barely touched the ground and she gained momentum quicker than a normal human would have. Amara turned sharply, dashing through the giant’s feet and she used both blades to slice into the exposed ankle and through the achilles tendon.
The giant came crashing down to a knee and Swaine smirked. This is the chance he had been waiting for the entire time. He deftly ran up the giant’s club and up it’s arm, coming to a stop by it’s ear. He fired several shots into it, the giant roaring in pain as his eardrum was burst and it fell forward into the mud in a daze.
Amara’s eyes narrowed and she quickly pressed both sabre’s together and transformed them into a two handed broadsword. She ran in, her eyes locked onto the point she needed to jump off of and she leapt from the wet ground and kicked off as the giant lifted his head slightly to try to shake off the double vision he was experiencing. Amara gave an almighty bellow as she plunged the heavy blade into the giant’s exposed throat, and she gave a hard tug in an effort to pull the blade down in order to slit it’s throat.
“ I’m coming Amara!” Swaine called out, jumping from the giant’s shoulder and catching Amara’s armor as she held on tight to the blade. His weight was exactly what she had needed as the giant’s dull gray eyes went wide and both of them were showered in blood as the sword cut through the jugular and windpipe of the gigantic sod.
The soldiers that were fighting for Magnus were now starting to have doubts...The princess had just felled a giant almost completely by herself.
Magnus narrowed his eyes at this. Amara had just done something that had he never heard of having been done before, by a woman no less. His rage began mounting as he called forth his familiar, a gigantic twenty five foot long, pure white snake known as a usurpentine. “ Kill the prince. Leave my niece to me Cynan.”
Cynan nodded at his orders and quickly darted across the battlefield for the prince and princess.

Swaine was in the midst of incapacitating a soldier when he gave a hoarse shout as he was suddenly swept off of his feet. “ Amara! Get out of here!” he screamed, his breath coming in short pants now as his arms were pinned to his sides via the coils being wrapped around him. Damn he hated snakes!
" Gascon!" Amara screamed, terror filling her even as she called forward her familiar. Not even Swaine had seen it before. Amara had wanted the element of surprise on all fronts.
A huge roar was heard and a fifteen foot tall firursa bounded on all fours towards her quarry, her green eyes blazing as the fire covering her ears and tail flared to life and covered her back as well. The rain was hissing and sizzling as it hit Rosie now, steam rising from her and giving her a terrifying appearance.
" Go for it Rosie! Right for the throat!" Amara ordered. Her eyes locked onto Swaine as he struggled to breath and fear gripped her heart that he might not make it.
Swaine had other ideas however. Taking a cue from Amara, Swaine called Sarge out as he gasped for breath, and the bone baron quickly dashed up the body of the snake like familiar. His only purpose at that point in time was to find a way to get the stupid reptile to let his master go. Sarge wasn’t going to allow Cynan to have the pleasure of killing his master.
Amara quickly dodged a strike from the usurpentine's giant fangs and swung her sword in an effort to pin the beast's jaw to the ground. " Drop him!" she seethed, even as her firursa finally locked her massive paws and jaws onto it's neck. Amara wanted this thing down for the count...Period.
Cynan loosened his coils in surprise at the attack and he thrashed about in pain. Swaine hit the ground hard even as he sputtered breathlessly and Amara quickly swept in to pull him to safety. Sarge finally launched his own attack once he was sure his master was safe, his blade digging into the scales near the beast's ear, completely intent on rendering it's jaw immobile.

Magnus was beyond furious at this point as the two started getting the upper hand. He began making his way towards Amara and Swaine, cutting down any that got in his way. His silver eyes were ablaze with fury as he finally reached them, his blade poised to strike Swaine where he was on his knees.
Amara saw this and threw out her hands. " Numenon grigethga liah!" She cried as Magnus brought his blade down in an arch.
It shattered as it connected with a dome of light that had suddenly appeared over Swaine and he looked up in surprise as well. Where had she learned this spell?
Magnus rounded on his niece, summoning a new blade even as his familiar screeched it's rage at having been blinded courtesy of Sarge. He called the creature back to him before it weakened him further and Amara called Rosie back.
" Sarge, don't you dare interfere. I don't care if your master tells you to do so, don't even think about it." Amara said sternly. “ And you are staying put Gascon. This is between my uncle and I. Lord Magnus Debrotane, I; Princess Amara Ivette Debrotane, hereby challenge you for my birthright. It will be a duel to the death, swords and magic only.”
Swaine heard what she said and his eyes widened. She was going to leave him in here?! “ No! Amara let me out of here right now!” he screamed, pounding against the shield fruitlessly as Magnus nodded to the terms Amara had set.
“ Very well niece! I hope you’re ready to see your parents again!” Magnus sneered as he rushed Amara.
I'll try Amara...It's hard to refuse a direct...WHOA! Sarge began, only to jump back as Amara and Magnus clashed with extreme violence. I’m getting the hell out of here! And with that, he whisked himself back into the safety of the creature cage.
The two began dueling in earnest now, sparks flying from either blade at how quickly the steel clanged together despite the heavy downpour around them. Magnus sent a large fireball at Amara and she in turn sent lightning at him. Their magic soon became the main focus of their duel as both hit one another with spells that Swaine had never seen but once in his life when he was seven years old. He beat against the shield Amara had erected to keep him safe and shouted in fear as Amara was knocked to the ground, a grievous wound now bleeding profusely in her side and down her back. Amara quickly healed it and rolled out of the way before Magnus could send his sword through her heart . She jumped back to her feet, weaving an intricate rune even as she summoned her sabre again, her spell hitting Magnus and he tried to cast another spell to counter. He found himself unable to do so and his eyes widened in dismay. Amara had nixed him!
Amara quickly took back the offensive, her magic wearing down Magnus as he grew winded by the amount of energy Amara was throwing his way. Amara closed their quarters and threw a resounding right cross that sent Magnus to his hands and knees, her rage giving her unreal strength as she bent over him and began to beat him viciously, the last year of pain at his hands flowing out of her in torrent of violence through her fists. She paused a moment to catch her breath as Magnus moaned pitifully, his ribs and nose broken and both his eyes swelling shut due to Amara's anger. She hauled him up by his collar and got nose to nose with him.
" YIELD!" She demanded, her green eyes narrowed.
" I surrender...Please...show mercy niece." He begged.
" Mercy?! Did I not beg you for the same thing three months ago? Was I not on my knees pleading for amnesty from you for the man I love?! " she spat as she held one hand open, a dagger appearing there and she held it to his throat. " For you, I will do no such thing. This is for my parents, Aden's mother, my familiar, and most of all...For me." she hissed, drawing the blade east to west across his throat.
Magnus lay there as he choked on his own blood, the light fading as the darkness consumed him.
Amara stood over the body of her slain uncle, her chest heaving with emotion. She quickly released Swaine from the shield she had placed over him and he took a moment to get to her. The sounds of fighting were dying away now as Amara looked to the sky, tears coursing down her cheeks and mixing with the rain. It was finally over.
The usurper had died and her family had been avenged. After what seemed like an eternity, Amara finally spoke.
" Hear me! I have successfully defeated the usurper for my birthright! For those of you who still wish to fight for his honor, I give you one chance to cast down your arms and to swear fealty to the the crown!" Amara's voice echoed over the countryside as it was deathly quiet, and soon a resounding cheer came roaring through the masses.
" Long live the queen! Hail to the queen!"
Swaine laid a hand on Amara's shoulder, and she turned her head to look at him. Pride was evident as he looked at her, a faint smile on his face as Amara returned it. She rose her hand in victory, her sabre glinting in the faint sunlight as the rain began fading off now.
The roar that met her was heartening.
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