Relations / Past
For a year now his life was spent happily in what was now his new home.
Often he would leave for various trips around Ivalice, Halim could not protest because of his sudden decisions.
Marquis Ondore IV had more than once shown himself hostile, rebuking the girl, such behavior did not mean to one of his rank. But Amaya always showed that he did not care about those scolding.
Nobility was not for her, pure free spirit. The girl was still staring at the sky when she saw her uncle Halim arrive with a slow and steady pace, approached her, Amaya turned to look at him.
The huma presented a severe expression, but at the same time thoughtful.
The young princess immediately understood why the marquis was there; he wanted to make her think ... remember her duties.
"Did you come to bring me your sermons again? They are useless. - He cut off the pretty annoyed girl.
-What will become queen is your sister ... possible that you do not care? You should be grateful to my brother for welcoming you ... e.- But before Halim could continue, his beloved niece interrupted him and visually annoyed she reminded him that she owed his debt to the royal family of Dalmasca. And that for so now she was free from any bond to the royal family.
- I repaid my debt ... no, Uncle Halim ?! After all, was that why I came into the world? So do not tell me that I still have debts to those of Dalmasca, those you call "family".
The girl said harshly as she came back to wade through the landscape, carefully avoiding looking at her uncle's face in an embittered expression. Halim did not continue the conversation, rather he asked her if it was because of Rasler and Noah if she did not want to participate.
The girl whirled around, glaring at the Marquis, who understood the true motivations that led Amaya to not wanting to attend the restoration ceremony.
"Do you think you can meet him?" Halim asked calmly.
Amaya did not answer, only gave a sigh, about that argument he wanted to avoid it at all costs, but he knew that with regard to that thing, his uncle was unshakable. Wanting or not she was forced to face the topic that she avoided to take into consideration more than once.
-Yes ... that's why ... I do not like it. You know what prompted me to come here. "
-You can choose to stay in Rabanastre or Archades .. why did not you choose one of the two? - The huma asked raising an eyebrow but the princess replied that both Rabanastre and Archades had nothing more to offer them.
-I do not belong to me anymore .. I do not want to think about the past but concentrate only on the present and on the future. Both Rabanastre and Archades represent the past, who I was and what I was, but now I am a fat person ..-
-You're too drastic ... I wonder if it was not that Archadian judge to make you so, even a little girl often you would have been impatient but you were always very flexible, you were not so martial ... -
Amaya felt slightly annoyed by the comment, replied that Judge Gabranth had not influenced her for any reason. -Gabranth ... has nothing to do with it ... you are asked not to mention that name anymore.
But Ondore noticed that the girl seemed saddened every time she heard the name of the Archadian judge, she wondered what she had. More than once the man wanted to know what had really happened between the girl and that judge, but each time Amaya closed in on herself.
The Marchesa knew only that her niece had been under the protection of that Archardian judge. But he knew almost nothing about him, the only thing he knew from his informants and that he was in charge of the ninth division, a section in which there was the collection and manipulation of information.
More than any other judge, Gabranth was one of the few, if not the only one to receive and perform tasks behind the scenes due to his high competence compared to all the others. The same emperor Gramis placed total trust in him.
Ondore knew very little about that character, but after the fall of Bahamut on the skies of Rabanastre, he had discovered some time after the truth, about who was actually the judge ... the real killer of Ramisas.
