Issues of pride
A year had passed and Amaya looked thoughtfully at the top of that cloudless sky, where her thoughts ran free. The girl was watching the sky from the balcony of the palace of the Marquis Ondore IV.
An immense villa with a large park. A large, dense forest that surrounded the villa. More than a villa, it was a palace that had been the governors of Buhjerba for four generations. That little corner of the world was ideal for Amaya, a middle ground for his life too complicated, torn between duties and his lust for adventure.
She had always been a rebel and being caged did not like her, she felt above everything ... nobody could imprison her, she was well aware of it. His blood was different from everyone's, he was the noblest. Sacra was the land where she walked.
He had chosen that life by now and going back to his former life was impossible for her ... and yet, his sister, perhaps he would have liked to have her back by his side.
It was late, what happened to Aamya had changed the meaning of his life. Amaya thought it useless to get lost in old memories ... he had more important things to look after.
In less than a month there would have been the coronation of Ashe and the restoration of the kingdom of Dalmasca, but she did not want to know anything about it, she believed that all of this belonged to a past that she was no longer part of. Halim had repeatedly resumed her for his decision, but the young woman knew that the marquis could not impose herself, it was up to her to decide what to do with her life.
That decision whether to be there or not, after the last attack of the empire and the fall of the "Fortress of the heavens", had decided to set himself in the bush and now reappear as if nothing had happened before his sister's eyes, he considered it an illogical and meaningless thing.
Amaya's logic was that it was more coherent to stay there without creating further disarray, she did not take much time to give explanations ... and he was annoyed to give them if they had asked for it. He knew all too well that his sister and the others would ask questions. To avoid all this, Amaya had decided to leave for some time, for some excavations, near the kingdom of Rozaria.
In the Rozarian territories Amaya was always well received and Al-Cid always had a special regard for him, nevertheless Amaya stood in a cold and distant way, and for a few moments the princess who was in her came out.
Al-Cid found it superb, divine ... word that he had to be careful to use if he did not want to arouse the ire of his guest. The man knew well, what character he found himself having his friend.
Even during the visit of the latter Al-Cid, he asked her what she was going to do if she did not attend the restoration ceremony, but every time the girl remained on the vague, hostile in every way to Dalmasca.
-Would you say that the hatred that you are still provoking does not diminish? - The man asked, but Amaya gave him an annoyed look and with a certain irritation, he replied that he had his good reasons.
-It's not simple ... it's not like before ... I have nothing that binds me to those people .. -
- Always on these tones? Come on, princess ... you know that the only reason that prevents you from making a decision is pride, but you know it too. More victims are the pride than the sword .- Said the man looking at the girl.
Al-Cid had fully hit the question, without so many words, the girl remained silent, giving her back to the Rozar noble. She did not know what to say ... for the first time she did not know what to do.
He did not fear his sister feared others very well. He kept one last secret for himself, only three of them knew: she, Halim, and Al-Cid.
The noble Rozar prince, the secret of his friend, had sworn on his name not to utter any word with anyone on this matter. The only reasons Amaya and Al-Cid met were for a courtesy visit, asking for advice or opinions.
The woman greeted the noble friend before heading to Buhjerba, the visit had not given the expected aspects and Amaya had more and more doubts about it. The truth is that he was afraid to meet his gaze ... from which he had escaped ... there would have been him at the restoration ceremony, he was afraid to face it and to confess his secrets.
The princess had begged her uncle and Prince Al-Cid to never reveal the existence of the two princes ... he had entrusted them to the care of the two men so that they would grow up as people of their rank, among the best.
You who daughter of no one, daughter of the Dalmasca desert, daughter of the sands and the wind ... her character and her superb beauty worthy of the desert ... made her immediately distinguish for her noble lineage.
He did not consider himself anyone ... only himself.
