#question: amara

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What if Sulpicia and Amara hooked up? #vampirequeens

“Well, as long as I’m in the middle.” #everyqueenneedsaking #royalthreesome

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amara + 61

Amara + Fairy Tale 

Once upon a time, a beautiful man met a beautiful woman. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was under her spell. Utterly enchanted by her golden hair, flowing long and loose over her icy-pale shoulders. But it was her crimson eyes that enchanted him most; they were mirrors of his own. 

She moved with such grace he couldn’t be sure she was real. She was like a fairy queen, bestowing her magic touch on any who fell into her path. He had found her quite accidentally, but perhaps she was meant to find him. 

They met first in the woods, among the quiet, dark trees. He was dripping with the blood of his latest kill, his eyes as red as the dark stains running in rivulets down his arms. This was how he met such a beautiful creature, but rather than turn from him, she joined him. She was neater, not a drop of blood out of place, and though he had been the one to hunt down their meal, he felt privileged to share it with her. He was clearly unworthy, but she bestowed her gifts on him anyway.

For a hundred years, they traveled the world together. He doted on her, lavished her with praise befitting the queen she was. He dared to call her his, whispering her name over and over as they lay together. “My Ama,” he would say, half-demanding, half-pleading. She had such power over him. She owned him completely, and he let himself be owned. She was a queen, and he her lover, never her king. 

But time was cruel to the lovers. Time made his heart grow cold, yearn for something more than his fairy-queen. Through time, he began to see the cracks in her magic, the moments where her smile would slip away into a scowl that was anything but regal. Time showed him the folly of his devotion. She was no queen, and though he loved her, this disappointment plagued him. 

One day, while traveling in a town, he saw a princess. Lost, and hiding her true nature behind simple clothes and a small smile. But the closer he looked, the more he saw the princess, her true heart, her star-like soul. And he knew, this was the royalty he had sought. But it was a royalty he could have only if he claimed his own.

So he told the fairy-queen. That he was no mere servant, but a king. The princess had struck a chord in him, showed him the very nature of his own existence. So he took her for a bride, and bid farewell to the fairy-queen. He could no longer live in her kingdom, for he had his eyes set on his own.

They all lived, long and without fear of death, but they did not live happily ever after. Not at all. 

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