So this is another Amara related project I am working on! It will be short, perhaps around four or six chapters at most for now, but I don't see very many Simara stories on this site and I rarely see any stories that focus on Amara and Qetisiyah's relationship. So I figured a story delving deeper into their backstories was long overdue!
This chapter is short because it's the prologue, future updates will be around 2K or more words. This story can be viewed as the spiritual predecessor to "The Price of Living" but it can be read as its own story! It will be mostly from Amara's POV but I intend to have a few areas where Silas and Qetsiyah's POV's are explored as well!
And with that, here is the prologue!
Love was truly a terribly fickle emotion.
Before Amara had met Silas, she figured that she would live a relatively long, uneventful life. Her servant blood deeming her too lowly to be treated at as anything more than such. Much like a quill to be dipped in ink and written with, her only purpose was to appease the whims of those with higher standards.
She had tried to be content with the life she lived. She was still a healthy young woman, she was never mistreated by the woman she served, her dearest friend...Amara couldn't say her life was a terrible one lived...but she realized that she had never lived for herself.
Throughout her life she had lost family members through the chains of slavery that forbade her from having contact with them in any form. She wasn't sure if any of them were still alive anymore. And according to her masters come and passed, it had never mattered. From the moment she was born, her value and her worth were determined by those with power.
She never had a chance.
Which is why it was so pathetically easy to give her heart to him...
Silas' love was a promise of freedom, a promise of unconditional love affection for the rest of her days, a promise of something real, an everlasting love that could stretch out to eternity if they desired it.
Amara thought she had finally found her soulmate, her one good thing in a twisted world of malice and ill will.
Though she hadn't known...she hadn't known how dearly she'd pay for her greed.
At the hands at the dearest friend she was willing to betray to get what she desired...turnabout was only fair play.
She hadn't even known the meaning of the word eternity...
She hadn't really known much of anything...
She was left in a world of darkness, a world of endless pain and suffering...she wasn't even sure her words could reach him now. Nor could they reach her former mistress when all she desired now was to say how sorry she was...
Though her former mistress' words had no problem reaching her...
"Tell me, friend. In this lovesick future with Silas that you had imagined yourself foolishly frolicking in, did I ever once cross your mind? Did it ever once occur to you that you were abandoning me for him?!"
Of course it had, Amara wants to say, I was always thinking of you, and there was never one moment in that time where I could outrun my guilt...You have to know how much I wish I could take it back...
But Amara could not speak back, could not defend herself against strained words laced with rage and betrayal...
She wants to die.
She wants to die.
She wants to die so badly, she can't breathe because everyone's touching her now and they hurt her, they're hurting her, they've hurt her-
"Was your vision of love worth this?"
Amara cannot answer, but she's not so sure she would know what to say if she could...