In Dreams The Solitary Road A Novella By S.I. Hayes
Copyright 2013 Shannon I. Hayes
They were quickly married, and Amara quietly hated him, but only at first. He was the older brother she never knew, and often stood, like her father had, in between Rosaline and Amara, reminding her that it was Rosaline’s own laws which said a High Priestess should never have any marks on their body. For his interference, he had taken several lashings from the whip, although one could scarcely tell, as he had scars already from a similar, but long gone time in his life. He never tried to be anything but her friend, another man with kindness to her, and he doted upon his daughter Ileana, to no end, but always, always keeping Amara included in anything and everything. This left Amara feeling that there was something wrong in her education. She was being taught that as High Priestess it was to be her job to keep men in check. Women had to be kept strong, unyielding, so that the passions and warmongering of men would not over take the Isle. But Amara saw nothing of these words in the men she knew, the women, especially her mother, seemed to be the real problem. She tried to raise her questions, but learned quickly to keep those thoughts, as the one time she questioned the motives of her mother she was answered with a hard thrashing from Beatrice. Silence as it were, was the only way to take care that it never was repeated.