Our Heavy Chains

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Amenis POV

The maid runs the comb through my hair. It weaves through it, not stumbling on to any knots. I always liked combing my hair. It reminds me of another life I had, one from long ago. The maid is a Sun. Father doesn't let Shadows in, not anymore.

The maid stands up and leaves. She is done. My hair is down today, golden curls billowing out from my head. My blue eyes are dimmed, if you look at me now, you wouldn't be able to know what I'm feeling. I have become an emotionless servant, to be used when needed. That is what I see when I look in the mirror.

"Amenis," He says, his own blue eyes full of anger, a bright flame. "Father wants you."

I glance towards the floor. "Now?" My voice sounds timid.

He sighs at my incompetence. "Yes, now. Come along." I stand up from the white chair that had been stationed along the line of mirrors. To an outsider, our house would have been a maze. To me it is as familiar as a cell is to the prisoner it keeps.

The furniture is all dark. Dark wood, paintings with black backgrounds, the windows have heavy black drapes blocking any sunlight, oil lamps light the hallways instead, casting a dim faint glow. 

I glance up at my brother's features, he looks like an adoring dog at his master. He loves our father that way.  And that dog is getting a bone, I think bitterly. Whenever father needs something from me, it's never good. For him, perhaps. But it never means anything good for me.

"Why does he want to see me?"

Zachariah casts an amused glance at my stupidity. "To go over the plan to get rid of the Whittlow girl of course. Father's plan to use you is sheer brilliance." His eyes get a sort of dreamy  look in them.

My heart thumps. I don't say anything. "I though Father thought it was too great of a risk to my identity." I manage.

"He did, but times are changing. The slums of Rook are filled with Shadows who want change, rebellion. We know of the Inferno. We know of their plan. The Whittlow girl will stir up even more trouble if she isn't-" He forms a wicked smile. "-removed."

A black door opens in front of us and I see my father twirling a long pipe between his fingers in that old maroon chair that smells of smoke. He has the same bright blue eyes that mark the Pero family and fair hair. His eyes are not unlike mine, not a flicker of emotion.

When his eyes look up to  mine, I can't help but flinch. "As beautiful as ever." He murmurs. "But beauty can hide deadliness."

A familiar chill settles in my spine, reminding me of the deadliness I have. The hidden powers. The powers that will kill Rose Whittlow, whether I want it or not. In truth, I don't want it.

All I want is out.




A/N: Hey whoever is reading this. Thank anyone who is for dedicating the time to read this far in my book and I know that I haven't uploaded in awhile...but school is hard. And busy. And overwhelming. But I will upload more! Especially because we are so close to 500 views!! Really, I never though I'd get this far so help me out and keep on reading the chapters I (try) to post at least every two weeks. Lets get to 500!

~Lily


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