AN: Time for that part of the trip that most of you have been half wondering over…
Nova Roma. This part's going to be rather short, and may seem rushed, but that's the feel I want to give to it. Wait until you see part 2! Oh, and this section will focus mostly around Amara, but the next section will have plenty of all the X-men!
Kyle: You're satanic.
What, so I've put in an amusing twist.
Amara: I don't find it amusing at all. And I find a decided LACK of amusement in what you have planed for part two!
Deal with it.
Chapter 57: Nova Roma
The X-Jet and Velocity landed on the edges of the Nova Roman island, their occupants disembarking.
The trip into town passed in a blur of busy activity, people having been thrown into a frenzy by the unexpected visit of the princess and her friends.
Arriving at her father's court, Amara smiled brightly as she hugged her father and mother, and smiled at the two young men standing beside them.
"What, your baby sister doesn't get a hug?"
The X-Men stared at her, shocked.
"I said I was the only daughter, I never said I didn't have siblings." Said Amara, as her brothers walked forward, and gave their sister a warm embrace.
"You're burning up!" Said her eldest brother.
"No, it's a part of my mutation. It got a lot stronger recently, and because of it, my body's at a higher temperature."
Her siblings nodded, having had the entire mutation thing explained to them by the Professor when he recruited Amara. The whole process had taken several long hours.
At this point in time, Amara's best friends during her time on the island, her handmaidens, arrived, and whisked her away.
The other X-Men were shown to places on the palace grounds, and began to find things to do to amuse themselves.
Amara, however, had found that she was quickly being dragged into a gossip session.
"So, what's it like out there, off the island?" asked one of the girls.
"Different. They have so many machines, which can do all kinds of amazing things! There are machines that can work numbers so big; you'd need three pieces of parchment to work them. And they have craft that could take you across the island in less time than it took you to hook a horse to a chariot."
The handmaidens stared at her, they're eyes wide. Finally one of them spoke, changing the subject.
"Who was the man with the walking stick earlier?"
"Kyle." Said Amara, her face taking on a slightly dreamy look. "And it's not a walking stick, it's a cane. He's blind."
Her friends and handmaidens exchanged looks. They recognized the look on her face.
"You'd like him to court you, wouldn't you?"
Amara smiled slightly. "He's already doing so, although the
tradition off the island is that courting is actually a ways away. He's coming as close as can be off the
island though."
The handmaidens exchanged horrified looks. This was not good.
"What's wrong?" Asked Amara, seeing their looks.
"We've been ordered not to speak of it." Said one of them.
Amara shook her head. She knew that, even though they were her handmaidens, they wouldn't speak a word if they had been ordered not to. She knew she would probably find out soon enough.
And so she would. As she walked into the dining hall that evening, she found that there was a new face next to her father. One that had not been there during her time at court.
"Father, mother. Might I be so presumptuous as to ask who
this is?"
"Of course not! This is Galivus Caronith. I have chosen him to be your suitor."
