The room was still dimly lit when they returned. Alison sighed. Leaving Amir the way she had made her feel as though she should’ve stayed and help prepare for the war. She wanted to harm the queen as much as she could. The bitter ruler needed to suffer in the most horrifying way possible. She was not in need of help, but to be put to death and never see the light of day again.
“Are you okay, Alison? I am sorry to have taken you to the master. I hope that you were able to reason with him,” Miss Solar said smiling gently.
“I don’t think I did, but I will see if I can get people to believe me from the union. If I can get a few, then at least I’ve tried,” Alison shrugged.
“Yes dear, all you can do is try. I’m sure there are a few sane people there. I must get back to the castle. Ahaz has a lot of explaining to do. He was not supposed to have been caught when he travelled here, so he will pay the price for it, unless I explain the situation to the master. Be careful and look out for each other,” Miss Solar smiled.
Alison and Simon came out of the school and headed towards the cenotaph. Alison was deep in thought. The sorrow in Amir’s eyes when she left the room upset her greatly. A man with power and with everything he could wish for was lonely, and his true feelings were slipping into the misery of darkness. She needed to help him in any way she could. She really hoped her geography teacher could persuade people, if word got around about the truth of the supposing weak queen, then Frinda would be free of the evil that she had caused over the years of her ruling.
“You all right, Ali? You seem bothered about something. Did that Amir upset you?” Simon asked looking concerned at his new friend.
“I’m fine. I just feel like I should do something. I know that this war is happening, and that we are now deep in the middle of it, but Amir, his anger is too strong, he will not rest until his sister dies. But my feelings towards him are strange.”
“Feelings? You don’t fancy him do you?” Simon asked, trying to make Alison smile — which she didn’t.
“No, I pity him. He has people in that castle, which are scary and mean looking and he’s killing people who do not obey him. But on his own, he talked as though he did not want this; he wants happiness, harmony and peace. It just seems strange. How can you be malicious one minute and be kind and caring the next?” Alison asked.
Sarah and Robert were sitting on a bench at the Cenotaph and Sarah looked as pleased as punch, with the biggest smile planted on her lips that Alison had ever seen.
“Mr. Armstrong is, oh my,” Sarah sighed as her eyes closed at the thought of the handsome young man.
“She’s not shut up since we came out, been annoying, to be honest. She was drooling so much in the lesson, Armstrong nearly stabbed her with his sword by slipping on her saliva,” Robert commented and rolled his eyes at the love-struck girl.
“No he didn’t, you’re only jealous because I could hold my sword correctly.”
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