[center][h2]Amalia[/h2][sub]Bride of [b]Unknown[/b] and [b]Sister Bride[/b] of Unknown
Interacting with: not sure [/sub][/center]

Her fear was validated. She had made a mistake.
Amalia was terrified she would be killed on the spot for her error. Others may have been being defiant but Amalia had genuinely thought standing with her head bowed had been right. One gem was stripped of her clothing. Another was dragged forward and made an example of with the Drakken's boot on her back and head, pinning her to the floor like an insect.

Amalia should have dropped to her knees but she was too scared to move. She paid the price along with a handful of others. The pain from the fire searing her flesh made her scream. She had to grab the table to keep from falling face first onto the floor. Amalia bit her lip against the pain to the point where ruby blood shone on her pale skin. 
Those that had been burned would have to walk on the balls of their feet for the rest of the day and likely the next.

The walk to their lessons was agony. Tears shimmered and spilled over her cheeks. She hadn't meant to insult. She hadn't meant to seem rebellious. It wasn't fair. She hadn't known. How was she to have known? If only she had been given a chance to explain her reasoning.
The lessons themselves were blasphemous against the Great Mother Vivari and all of the elemental gods. It hurt Amalia's heart to hear the Drakken tear down the Great Mother and promote their gods of hatred, violence and blood.
Hearing about the birthing process was easier but horrible none the less. It would be a miracle to survive birthing one of the Drakken monsters.

Experiencing all of this was so vastly different from the life she had known that Amalia wanted to give up in despair. It seemed impossible.
Despite her earlier words of encouragement and hope Amalia felt at a loss. She was like an innocent pure child that had been tossed into a pen with rabid dogs.
But she had to stay strong. This is what she had been taught and prepared for her entire life. If she appeared broken, then how would the others who looked to her for comfort and strength cope? She had to be strong for them.

That evening, when they were taken to their rooms, Amalia collapsed onto the bed with a relieved sob the moment the door shut. Her feet pained her beyond belief. They throbbed as she cried into her pillow. There would be no singing from her tonight.

[hider=Summary] Amalia is burned and barely endures the pain. She is terrified of messing up again. The lessons pain her heart and she begins to feel despair.[/hider]