SHE COULDN'T. SHE WOULDN'T. NEVER. this topic was none she was willing to discuss, to even THINK ABOUT. of course they could FORCE HER, made her do whatever seemed to be right in their eyes — and probably even in hers ( considering that the lives of her people, the GREATER GOOD always were more important than her own choices ) , but it would be nothing more than a LIE. amelia would NEVER give herself to anyone, would never be able to LOVE A MONSTER let alone to share his beliefs. NO. not even if it was her DUTY, not even if she was BORN TO.
was it such a LONG TIME, since the woman had seen him ? was it such a CHANGE OF HEART, such a massive effect the dark side had on him ? it have been nothing more but brief meetings, but yet — besides of a huge portion of curiosity, there was nothing to fear about in the young solo. and now ? now he was EVERYTHING amelia feared about.
red lips pressed together, pale face without emotion. she needed to PUT ON A MASK, a curtain no one could see behind, start to play a game that would sooner or later lead to her death. A TRADE, A CONTRACT made to save, to protect ( and to sacrifice herself to a man she would now BELONG TO ). her body. not her heart, neither her soul. fine dark fabric, softly covering amelias curves, perfectly matching to her dark hair — made to please, to match the attitude they would DEMAND from the woman at the emperors side. a queen. an empress. A LOST ONE. and then fawn eyes looked up. she would never KNEEL, never BOW ( or at least try to look strong while doing so ).