CHAPTER 36

Amiley rested her head on her arms on the window sill of her bedroom as she watched the grooms took prudent care of the Royal horses, she loved her room for that purpose. The baby blanket she was trying to make on the loom would not co-operate with her, so she was taking some time out in her room until supper with Mark.

She was moved to this room when Ebony was just a foal, so she could talk to him at night and ease the colt's worries when he had lost his mother at birth. Her father first found the colt in her bed one night, he had no idea how the young girl managed to bring the animal inside the castle without anyone noticing it.

The Queen loved to just sit quietly by the window and watch her animals, she enjoyed being near them. Growing up as the only child in a castle filled with adults was lonely for her, the animals kept her company for many years.

She was lost in though, nothing really important, actually she was thinking of baby names. Yes, she knew it was too soon, Mark and she had just being intimate in the last few weeks, Syrah had to tell her repeatedly that it takes time for children to come. But Amiley had waited too long, she was too eager to start having children. She had never felt this impatient before, and that included her marriage to the now King.

She was just about to get up and take some tea when she spotted Syrah rushing into the barn, Amiley hid behind a shutter and kept her gaze on the Agora. After a few minutes, Syrah came back out with her horse and mounted the beast with haste. Her mother was up to something, she had that look just before she left to find Mark.

Amiley's mind raced, she knew there was something Syrah and Mark was keeping from her, but both would always deny it. She had even caught the two whispering but stopped as soon as she came into the room, they were hiding something, and it was about time the Queen knew what it was.

She waited until Syrah forced her horse into a full gallop, then she changed in record time into pants and a simple tunic and cloak. All were shades of dark brown and black, she couldn't be spotted by anyone! The guards would not let her out is she just walk out the front door, Mark was still leery of leaving her alone with Martinezo still lurking in the shadows. But not only was Amiley born from Agora, but she was trained by one.

She ran back to the window and whistled, she grinned as her stallion replied. She crawled out of the window she had done so many times before, the large stones that the castle was built with had large enough ridges that she could climb down to the hay loft with ease. She waited on the old wooden roof until Ebony ran out of the stall, the poor stable hands tried to corral the horse, but Ebony only needed to rear to send the frighten boys away.

He ran right beside the hay storage, Amiley jumped right on his back with simple ease. She could hear the hands yelling at her to stop, not even the guards at the open gate of the castle had time to close it before she rushed out. And just so no one could follow her, she veered Ebony deep into the woods, she knew of an over grown trail that would lead very close to where this road would spilt off at a fork. If she could make it there before Syrah, then she would have no problems following her.

Ebony ran hard but carefully, making sure that nothing would trip him or block him from his mistress' destination. It took some time but Amiley had made it to the forks, she could hear Syrah galloping towards them. She kept into the dark woods and waited, Ebony made no sound when he saw the mare run to the right of the road.

They waited until Syrah was almost no longer in sight, then the Queen urged her horse onwards. As they traveled, Amiley could not help but wonder what secret they had? Why was Syrah running her horse hard into faming fields? Who could she be meeting so far from the castle?

The sun was almost gone as night fell around the quiet farmers, Amiley could still see her mother ridding, then turning off another road, one not used daily. Now Amiley came out of hiding, Syrah had pulled into a Farmer's yard. As the dogs backed, Syrah was greeted by another Agora sister, there was another one by the door of the farm house. What intrigued Amiley was that the farmer, his wife, and their young sun were behind held in the barn with two other Agoras. How many of these Amazon women were hidden in Callaway?

Ebony leaped over a fence near the fame and trotted near the fence where the other horses were watching the spectacle. The horse and rider would blend in as just another horse as the Queen watched Syrah walk into the farm house.

Syrah was not a happy woman, she did hate keeping secret from Amiley. But if this one would be discovered then all Syrah and her love had done to secure the crown would be lost. She had to deal with this matter quickly! Not even Mark could ever find out what will happen tonight! After all, it is for the King and Queen Syrah was doing this for, and the future grandchildren her daughter would have with the man she loved. She needed to protect her family.

She walked into the farm house, there were three Agoras standing in attention around a young woman, with long wavy blond hair, her clothes were not of this world. The woman looked up at the Chief Agora, her blue eyes filled with anger and fear. A natural reaction.

Syrah raised one eyebrow in disgust at the woman, "Can she speak?"

"Yes I can talk!" Sara replied, "Where am I? Who are you people? What have you done with Mark?!"

"You must be Sara…" Syrah growled, "How did you get here?"

"I don't know! One of your thugs broke into my home and knocked me out! I escaped and tried to find this City called Callaway. I need to go there and find my husband Mark! Please! I need to see him!" Sara pleaded, she knew she was at the mercy of these Amazon woman.

"Unfortunately, my dear…" Syrah gave her that evil grin as she pulled out a thin wire from her hidden pocket and began to twist the ends in her fist, "…you will never see your husband again…hold her!"

Two of the woman in black grabbed Sara and held her still, she creamed for help as Syrah began to walk slowly to her.

"What are you doing?!?!" Sara cried, still unsure what was going on.

"What does it appear to be? I am going to kill you, you fool. You are far too dangerous to be allowed to live, Miss Sara." Syrah took a few more steps closer, "You see, if you are brought to the senate and tell them everything about your human life with our King, then he would be executed, along with you of course. The Queen would be dethroned and the Kingdome would be lost. No…the people cannot afford to have you and your tongue loose on this world…"

"Please no! I have children! Please! I was brought here!" Sara tried to wiggle free, but the woman here much stronger than she was.

"Trust me, child. No one will hear your death cry…" Syrah was now close enough to wrap that wire around Sara's neck and destroy that little secret that would ruin it all.

"Please! No!" Sara called out one final time as Syrah wrapped the cold wire around Sara's bare neck.

"Syrah! Stop!" Amiley commanded, her eyes starring straight her mother in commandment.

"Amiley?" Syrah was shocked to see her here, how did she follow her here?

Syrah put the wire away and rushed over to her daughter, "How in the nine hells did you come here? You must leave now!"

"No!" Amiley commanded again, "I demand to know what is going on here!"

"They're trying to kill me!" Amiley heard the frighten voice from behind her mother.

"Who is that?" Amiley pushed her mother aside and starred straight into the eyes of Mark's human lover.

Sara was still being held by the two Agoras, "Please help me! They want to kill me! Please! I have kids! Two little girls that need me and their daddy…please…"

Amiley was frozen as she gazed on the woman, "Sara…."

Sara's eyes lit up, "Yes! My name is Sara, you have to know my husband, Mark Callaway. He's here! He's staying at the castle! Please, I have to talk to him…"

"Trust me, Amiley, she must die now!" Syrah pulled her black sword out from its sheath.

Amiley raised a hand in protest, "No. She will not die. Release her now!"

The Agoras did as they were told, Sara didn't know what to make of her savior. These powerful warriors were taking commands from her, did they al work at the castle? It would explain why this Amiley knew her name, maybe Mark took her in as a confident or something. She was sure he was miserable locked up in that cold castle, being used to breed like pure bred dogs. He would need a friend.

Amiley moved right in front of the frightened and confused human, "Do you know who I am?" Her voice calm, but Syrah could feel the storm brewing before the calm.

Sara shook her head in a negative response.

With an expression on her face, Amiley spoke calmly but with authority, "I am Amiley, Queen of Callaway, Mark's true wife."