"FENRIS!" Ama screamed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her body began to trembling violently as she closed her eyes trying to erase the terrible dream from her mind.
Ama watches on in horror as Danarius shoots several bolts of lightning at Fenris' shaking body.
"Where is she?"
Fenris keeps his mouth shut, refusing to give Danarius the satisfaction of a scream. This only caused Danarius to change tactics, "Do you know what I am going to do when I find her? Because I will find her. The two of you are bound; you cannot be without the other long before the craze takes hold."
Danarius laughs maliciously at the look of shock that spreads across Fenris' face.
"Oh yes, the lyrium that I used for your lovely artwork came from the same vein as the enchanting Amarantha's lyrium."
"You will not find her, she stronger than you can possibly imagine, I am the only one able to contain her, and now that she is without-t me-e she is free-e."
Ama whispered through her tears praying to the Maker that he could hear her, "I am so lost without you Fen." Fenris gave no response. Ama sobs came harder as overwhelming feelings of loss and heartache pulsed through her broken soul.
It was then that she saw Danarius strike Fenris across the face with stonefist. Ama cried out at his pain, and yet Fenris made no sound, though he struggled for consciousness.
"Oh don't you worry my little wolf, I will have that common whore chained to my bed and beneath my body soon enough…" It was then that Fenris growled with rage, struggling against his chains.
"Such fire my pet, but why? She has left you, knowing that I would direct my wrath at you, knowing the grave consequences that would befall you if she were to escape. She has never cared about you. She only crawled into your bed when mine was unavailable. The whore." Danarius smirked as he saw his poison begin to take hold.
"No Fenris! Do not listen you are my only love! I am so sorry!" Ama screamed crumbling from the inside out, knowing it was her causing him this pain, this agony. She saw Fenris' eyes dart to the ground, willing the tears away.
"Ah but I see all of this is hurting you my pet, have no worries, our family will be together again. I am sending you to Kirkwall. She is there, living with some apostate in a grand manor in Hightown. His name is Anders; my spies tell me she is quite happy with him."
Fenris eyes become glazed and distant, as Danarius laughs at his torment.
"Fenris please love, do not listen. Anders is only a friend. I am miserable without you. I cry myself to sleep every night wishing you were there next to me," Ama said in anguish, feeling completely helpless.
"Don't worry once I am doing claiming what is mine, I am sure she will let you have the leftovers. Now before I send you off, I will have my fun first!"
Danarius strolled back to Fenris as electricity crackled in the air. Fenris having seemingly lost everything, as the lightening seared through his aching body, screamed. He released all of his loss, and anguish allowing it to shatter his heart, "AMA!"
Ama was in pieces knowing that terrible scene could not have just been a dream. Sorrow soaked her to the core at the thought of the pain she had caused her love. Fenris was tormented both mentally and physically because of her, and that ripped her heart to shreds. Of course, if she had not escaped Danarius would have killed her, without a doubt. He rapes had become more and more violent; it seemed to correspond to her ever-increasing power. The last time had been horrific. He had bled her within an inch of her life before rough and painful taking her body. She did not make it all the way back to her quarters. That was when Fenris found her, crumpled in a naked, bloody pile on the floor outside his room.
"Oh Ama… what has he done!"
Unable to answer she just moaned, knowing she was safe now. His arms gingerly scooped up her tormented body, and walked them back into his room. Fenris quickly went to work gathering the necessary poultices. He had fixed her many times before, but it had never been this bad.
"Ama, love, please say something, anything!"
"L-Love yo-"
"I love you more! I swear to you we will get out of here together! We will never have to be tortured again. I will take you to Orlais, you would like that wouldn't you? We could marry in Val Royeaux! I hear it is very beautiful. Granted with it being where the Chantry is centered we could not stay long… We could live as hermits! All I need is you! Oh please Ama stay with me!"
Ama's tears started anew as she remembers his promise. How could she leave him? He would never forgive her, never want to be with her ever again and she could not blame him. She screamed with all the hate she felt toward herself.
It was then that she heard pounding on the door.
"Ama? It's me Anders, open up right now! What's wrong?"
Hearing no response, Anders burst through her door, finding a devastated Ama in her bed, tears tracks very clear against her skin. He quickly advanced to his dear friend, and took her thin, shaking form in his arms.
"Shhh, it was only a dream"
"No, this was no dream Anders, twas a vision. They are coming."
"That can't be!"
"It's not like I am that easy to hide, and add that to the fact that I have been rather… busy as of late, well I guess I have drawn his attention." This was true, after Ama had returned from the Deep Roads with riches untold, and ascended with her mother to Kirkwall elite she had become a fixture in the public eye. This was especially true with the whole Qunari conflict. This attention does not even take into account her daily appearance. Her unusual blood red artwork never failed to garner a gasp or stare wherever she traveled.
"You have a fair point my lady. Anyway, let us join the others at the Hanged Man! You need a healthy distraction."
"There is nothing healthy about the swill they serve there. Besides, it must be ten in the morning! I do not have a drinking problem like the rest of you."
"That is where you are wrong! Well about the time anyway… It is just after ten at night as a matter a fact!"
"What! You let me sleep ten hours?"
"Well it was a tough battle for all of us, especially you, we figured it could not hurt to let you catch some extra winks."
"Well my whole day has been wasted!"
"Not completely, you could still have a good time with your friends!"
"Anders, you know I prefer the tevinter wines."
"Ah yes, your infinity for the blood and tears of slaves."
"You know very well that is a vicious rumor."
"Sure, Sure. Come on Ama, the best way to rid yourself of this hurt is to drink it away. I did that many a time before Justice stopped my drinking. It works quite nicely."
"Ugh, fine."
Ama rolled out of bed and stretched, unaware that as she did so her nightgown had risen, showing off her well-toned buttocks. Anders' face turned bright red as he quickly turned, averting his gaze.
"Umm I will just be downstairs with Bodahn and Sandal, whenever you are ready."
After Anders bowed out Ama padded into her bathroom and took in her reflection. She carefully touched the dark bruises that had formed from the battle with the slavers on the Wounded Coast. Last night she had been too exhausted from healing others to heal herself. Now as her hands flashed that familiar red, she felt the dull ache fade. Sighing heavily Ama began trying to tame her long and unruly locks, trying unsuccessfully to hide the white streak. When she finally surrendered, Ama strode to her wardrobe and selected her favorite robes. They were midnight blue, high collared with cutouts showing off her bare shoulders and shapely hips. While the bottom brushed the ground, two slits ran up the sides showing off slender legs. Lastly, she slipped on the pair of matching boots and swiftly descended the stairs to meet Anders.
"Beautiful as always my fearless leader!"
"Ha! Let's get this over with!"