Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Are you serious? She's a girl! What good will she do?" Angry war council advisor Griffith snapped at Ultimate as she tried desperately to get a hold on her anger. 

She wasn't. 

"Are you fucking deaf old man, I said she's here to fight." She snarled back, she really was not getting a hold on her anger at all. 

"Forgive, Griffith, but you see our confusion here, you drag us here to die on some basis that we need to give the rest of the Realm more time to unite, and yet you shove a young female before us as if this she will change something." Another old man with long dark hair streak in silver stated much calmer than his colleague had. 

"As if this is not a suicide that you have dragged us here for" Griffith snapped again. 

I really was trying not to speak. Not to make too much eye contact with anyone else in the cramped tent Vikkan had dragged me to. 

Tried not to notice how he had separated from me, how his calming presence was no longer brushing against my back or hand, as he took on a completely new persona from the man who couldn't keep his hands off of me, ten minutes ago. Who couldn't stand not to be near me. 

He looked emotionless now, emotionless, and completely created of steel as he stared blankly across the room as if he was above all of this, annoyed by all of it. 

And as he separated himself from those in this tent, I saw how the separated from him, just as much. 

They had made sure not to stand too close, to ever yell in his direction, and most important not to stare at him for too long. 

The warm darkness that made me feel safe, seemed to make everyone tense in fear. 

And it slowly dawned on me that the darkness that leaked from him, that called to me, was power. 

And it made everyone around him fear him. 

"She will be a huge advantage in this battle" Ultimate reiterated for the millionth time, but it only fell on deaf, bickering ears. 

The war council was made up of five men, each one looked older than the next, and they were only barely my height, which was saying something. 

Their hair was long, nearly to their knees as it swayed dead straight around their short bodies. Their complete black eyes, like judgmental stones on their faces as they glared and huffed in distain at me, at Ultimate, and mostly at each other. 

But the real power came from the silent ones, deeper into the tent. 

All equally spaced from one another, as if they were wild animals and if one was too close to the other a pure fight would break out. 

Vikkan sat in the very back of the tent, the shadows masking the majority of his face as his deep magenta eyes glowed off his face in a silent and deadly manner. 

Beside him, another man sat. He looked as if he'd been swallowed by an icy lake. Skin so pale it was amazing how I couldn't see any veins, his hair nearly as white as his porcelain skin, and eyes so pale blue they looked to be frozen over. His long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his white and pale blue tunic draped nicely over his extremely muscled body. The sharpness of his face made him almost deadly to look at. 

Sodin, and he had not spoken a word since Ultimate had pushed me forward and stated that I was here to help. 

Next, was the man on the other side of Vikkan. His hair a deep warm brown color, that resembled the earth during spring time. His deadly red eyes were the color of freshly bloomed roses in a field. He was more lean that both of the other Khan's in the room, and unlike them he had a more neutral expression on his face. And he had been studying me, watching as I tried to not speak or stare at one person too particularly long.