[center][h2][color=a187be]Amelia Averyonna[/color][/h2]
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Amelia looked up when Perenelle. The moment the woman made her suggestion, Amelia could tell something was up. She might have been the youngest one there, but she was no fool. Perenelle had denied her food only to now suddenly invite her to the table where all of them were eating. Amelia could think of several scenarios for this. The first one was a punishment for the smaller portion she had given Perenelle, forcing her to watch as the others ate and she didn't. A kind of mental torture. Given the position Perenelle was asking her to take, it could be to put Amelia in striking distance, allowing Perenelle to physically punish her. Or, it could be both. She didn't bother to dwell on a charitable possibility, as associating the Alpha with that word seemed unlikely.

Sighing, she knew she couldn't say no, as doing so was bound to incur even more wrath from Perenelle. So, she snapped her book shut and took the seat she had been directed to take, waiting to see what card the Alpha would play.