Slowly, Amalia regained full consciousness. She opened her eyes fully, taking in the dark world surrounding her. She was still lying in a pool of her own blood- yet it was not flowing from her body any longer. But the bandit king- he concerned her. She could recognize the voice behind the mask- it was her brother, Levi. 17 years of living with the insufferable boy had made Amalia able to recognize his voice quickly, even behind the mask. Against the servant's instructions, Amalia reached out for something to steady herself as she stood on shaky feet. 

"[color=powderblue]Abduct me and my brother? Over [i]my dead body[/i].[/color]" Amalia hissed with as much strength she could render. Which was very little, considering her current state. She stood on wobbly feet, and she needed to lean heavily against the wall to even manage standing. She glared at the bandit fiercely. 

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