Hey guys! So I'm finally back with another fic (I kinda took a hiatus from fanfiction for a while) and I'm sorry, but I kind of lost my zone on the 'Return of Sage'. Who knows, maybe I'll rework it someday. Anyways…
Here are a series of one shots in the life of Amarinda. Hope you enjoy and all credit goes to Jennifer A. Nielsen!
A servant brushed through her wavy hair, letting the long chestnut locks fall down her back beautifully. Amarinda sat obediently in the expensive guilt chair, always the picture of strict power but sweet presence. A moment passed and the attendant placed an intricate necklace on her neck, tying in the back with gold fabric. Before she could thank the girl, a knock came to her room.
"My lady?"
She stood and opened the door, revealing Darius, grinning. He was clutching a pack of lilacs and smelled of vanilla. Amarinda barely let a giggle escape from her before giving a deep curtesy and accepting the flowers.
"Darius," She smiled, letting him take her arm. "I'm glad you came yourself to get me."
He nodded politely. "Of course. I can't bare to watch my manservant flirt with you anymore when he escorts you."
"Oh goodness," the princess sighed happily. His strong arm guided her down the castle halls, towards the great hall. "Would you give me a hint to who will be there tonight?"
Darius hardly lost a breath running his fingers down her hips. "The Prime Regent, Lord Veldergrath. King Vargan as well. Oh, and your aunt, Queen Clarissa."
"What?!" Amarinda swerved around to face the Crown Prince. "How did I not know this?"
Darius kindly caressed her hand. "It was a surprise, my lady. Calm yourself. The Queen wanted to surprise your whole family, knowing how downtrodden you were after the death of your Great Aunt Paxton and the disappearance of my brother."
"Oh," She took a deep breath, and quickly the formal air returned. "I apologize for the outburst. It was most unladylike."
He laughed good naturedly. "Do not worry, Amarinda. I don't care how unladylike you are. You will always be mine." Amarinda smiled, knowing it was true. She was tied to Darius, born to marry him from the beginning. She would wear the part well and love him forevermore.
Or, so she thought.