<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">House of Cadell<br/>Lady in Waiting</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130430235600/wiki-amistad/es/images/thumb/0/02/Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg/180px-Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lady Amena Aeide</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>When the two of them had finally collapsed onto the bed next to each other, Amena let out a satisfied sigh and snuggled herself as close to Yakari as she could. He seemed to have no qualms about it as he pulled her closer,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF8000">“You.....are.....mine............forever” </span></span></span>His words tickled her ear and he began to bury his head into her hair. She could feel his heart hammering in his chest in perfect rhythm with her own.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I am yours,"</span></span>she replied softly in agreement,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"and you are mine."</span></span>The feel of him still inside her felt pleasant and she knew that she would love nothing more than to wake up with Yakari like this every morning. He was quite obviously everything she needed. He was kind, honest, honorable, and could read her better than any other had ever been able to outside of Edward. When they had been younger and he still visited the castle, she used to be fascinated by him. She, of course, never approached him outside of what her duty had called for, but she always desired to.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"Did you ever notice me when we were younger?"</span></span>Amena suddenly asked, though she did not move from her position. She was curious if he had ever noticed her as she had noticed him. It was a question that was so very unlike Amena, but like her at the same time. It seemed as if there were some insecurity lying beneath the surface of her question, though she likely did not realize it. She simply desired to know if any had ever looked at her and thought she was anything but a bitter girl.