CHAPTER 37
Sara hard a hard time hearing what she had just heard, the woman that Mark left behind here was standing tall right in front of her, no anger, no malice in those eyes. Sara would have expected a snobbish uptight ugly woman dressed in the best clothes with a heard of small yappy dogs, but no, this woman was dressed in plain clothing and very beautiful. This was the woman who took Mark away from her.
"YOU?!" Sara shouted as she attempted to lunge at the Queen in hatred and anger, but Syrah casually back handed the human away from her daughter.
Amiley took a step back, she could understand why Sara hated her. The human stared back at her, her eyes radiating loathing.
"You bitch!" Sara shouted again, Syrah was about to finish the job she intended but Amiley stopped her.
"Syrah, stop this. Can you not see the woman is angry and hurt? Her love had left her, have some compassion." Amiley advised her mother.
"Syrah?" Sara turned to the aged Agora, "You! You're the one who threatened Mark to come back here in the first place! Yeah I'm really pissed off, and I want my husband back now!"
"SHE DIES NOW!" Syrah yelled, but Amiley moved in front of her mother, her blue eyes filled with anger and confusement.
"What does she mean that you threatened Marcus to come back?" Amiley knew there was something not right with Mark's story of why he came back, now it was starting to make sense.
"The woman is traumatized, she knows not what she says…" Syrah tried to cover up, but the look in Amiley's eyes told her she wasn't buying it.
"I'm not lying!" Sara shouted again as she stood near Amiley to face the Agora, "You told Mark that if he didn't come back and get the Queen pregnant, you would bring us both back here and have us executed for treason! Remember that?"
"Is this true?" Amiley asked her mother, Syrah did not want to reply.
"It is true…" Amiley held her emotions in check for now, even though her heart was breaking, "You lied to me, you and Marcus both lied to me."
"Amiley please…" Syrah didn't know what to do now, the truth had been let out of the bag, "It had to be done…but my sweet child, Marcus does love you…"
"No. He does not love me, he only pretended to love me to do what he needed to do to protect her!" Amiley began to pace, "Did you force him to be King too?"
"No! I offered it to him, it was he and he alone that chose to take the crown." Syrah didn't know how to save this, she only hoped that Mark truly did love Amiley, at least he could somehow calm the Queen down with his tenderness…if the thorn was permanently removed.
"Why should I believe that? For years you and my father told me that my mother was dead, one lie. Then you both pretended to not know where Marcus was or who he was with, another lie. Now you have lied about bringing him back here…how many more lies are there?" Amiley was still pacing, the hurt and pain was building fast.
"There is none, please Amiley…let me kill her and we never have to tell Marcus anything! You can go on and be with him, he will never know…" There was a plan, it would go away after that.
"And live another lie? No, I will never be with a man that loves another…" A single tear ran down her cheek, "…and I will not agree to her death to make him stay with me."
Sara stood quiet, she now realized that Syrah had been lying to the Queen all this time. Amiley didn't know what Syrah did to get Mark back here, the Queen didn't even know that Mark was just playing another part, this time to save his life and the life of his true love.
"You had no idea about all this?" Sara asked the broken Queen.
"None…" Amiley wiped more tears from her face, "…I knew there was something off, I knew there was something missing from all this. Now I know…I am such a fool…"
"You are not a fool to want what is rightfully yours!" Syrah wanted to comfort her ailing child, but was too afraid of touching her betrayed daughter.
"I am not a child, Syrah!" Amiley raised her voice, she so rarely does unless truly outraged, "Do not feed me fables! Marcus was never mine to begin with. I will not force anyone to do what they do not wish to do, I have higher standers then that of a slaver!"
"Amiley?" Sara could see the pain in the Queen's eyes, "I'm really sorry that Mark did this to you, but it wasn't his fault. Please don't hate him for what he was forced to do. He's a good man, he just couldn't live this Royal lifestyle with you…" She had to try to convince the Queen to not be harsh on Mark, she couldn't blame him for Syrah's actions.
Amiley turned to the woman, her eyes piercing through Sara like a knife, "He could have told me the truth!"
"But would you have let do his duty with you if you had known?" Syrah asked, she had to get this through her daughter's head that it was a necessary evil for the greater good.
"Never." Amiley replied coldly, "I would have sent him back to the human world."
"You see? I had to force him back and give you an heir, Amiley…I did what your father wanted me to do…for you…for this Kingdome! Your father did the same for your sake!" Syrah remembered when her love had married another, she believed he was lost to her forever.
"How unlike I really am to you both…" Amiley looked around the room, almost in a daze like state, "…you…you would release your love just because you were too arrogant to become his wife! And now? You expect me to just life a life with a man who does not love me? I cannot! I will not! Crown or not, I will not be with a man who does not love me!"
"Amiley! You cannot just throw this all away!" Things were not looking good.
"Throw what away?" Now the Queen was angry, "Something that was never there? I know now! Hear me well Mother, Marcus never loved me, it was just one giant lie! A lie you created just because you and father believed it was for the best!"
"Amiley…" Syrah didn't know how to calm her, all reason had left her daughter. Was it so important to her that Mark love her?
"Enough! I have heard enough!" Amiley turned to Sara, "You can take him back with you as soon as he comes to fetch you. If you both are still here by the first rays of the morning sun, I will have you both torn to pieces by wild stallions in the market place for all to see. DO I make myself clear?"
Sara only nodded, the look of rage and pain in the Queen's eyes scared her. Amiley wrapped her coat around her shaking form and proceeded to walk past Syrah without a glance.
"Amiley, where are you going?" Syrah chased to her.
"I am going back to the castle, I want him out of there as soon as possible." The Queen walked out of the small farm house and towards her horse that waited for her.
"Amiley, be reasonable! We can kill her here and now and Marcus will never know she was here…"
Amiley stopped in her tracks and faced her mother with an angry look, "Are you mad? Do you hear yourself when you speak? I will not be responsible for the death of Marcus' true love. I will not! Even though my heart is breaking, I still love him! How can you ask that of me?"
"Because of the Kingdome…" Syrah was trying, she had to convince her daughter to let her kill Sara.
"To Hell with the Kingdome! You are reminding me of Martinezo right now, both of you will stop at nothing to keep the crown! I will not lower myself like you have, I could never! This was all for the crown! To the demons what the Queen thinks or wants!" She mounted her horse, Syrah tried to grab the reins, but the animal was too quick to respond to his mistress's need to flee.
Syrah raced for her horse as the sound of thunder rocked the air and flashes of lightning lit the sky. Little droplets of cool water began to rain down as the Agora ran towards her broken daughter, the small shower turned to a down pour, making it harder for Syrah to keep her eyes on Amiley.
Amiley's dark clothing and black horse made it impossible to see through the black rain, Syrah made it to the fork and pulled left, towards the castle. Thought the thunder, she thought she heard a scream, then, a shrill cry of a stallion a head of her. She kicked her mare into a raging gallop, her daughter was in trouble.
She pulled her horse to an uneasy stop in the mud, Ebony was bucking wildly in the air, no Amiley on his back. Syrah jumped off her horse in a panic and scurried around to find her daughter. More panic and worry plagued her as Amiley was no were, she could only find her bow on the ground not far from where she found the stallion. Syrah searched again as the rain poured, calling her child as the thunder roared, but there was no answer.
Amiley was no where, her horse in a fury, her weapon on the ground…fear took hold of the Agora, someone had taken Amiley…