[center][h2]Amalia[/h2]
[sub]Wife of Wilhelm [@Saltwater Thief], Sister-Wife of Onyx [@Vesuvius00]
Interacting with Wilhelm [@Saltwater Thief] and Onyx [@Vesuvius00] [/sub][/center]

Gentle arms enfolded her in a reassuring embrace. Amalia turned to the source of the comfort and focused on stopping her shaking body. Her sister-bride gave her words of encouragement. It was simple kindness that she had not received since leaving her home and it made her eyes tear up. 
“Thank you,” she murmured so only the two of them could hear. “I’m sorry.”

The princess calmed the upset and they weaves their way through and out of the mess. Outside it was cooler and quieter. Amalia took a deep breath, grateful that she could breathe once again.

The cottage they were led to was not what she had expected. Her lord-husband was wise enough to rest before traveling. Amalia noted this, realizing it was more for them than for him. He, a hardened Drakken, could no doubt travel great distances with little rest. Whether the thought was out of concern for their wellbeing or just a measure to make sure they survived to breed remained to be seen.
The tension returned when the man in dark clothing appeared. When she was pulled from her sister-bride and shoved towards the man holding ropes in his hands, her fear returned full force.
“No, please! I’m sorry for before! It will not happen ag-!”
“Quiet!” The man snapped and began... measuring her?
Relief made her knees nearly give way. She had thought he was going to bind her for grabbing onto him earlier.

The servant was quick, moving to different parts of her body without so much as blinking. After measuring Onyx as well he left without another word. 
Her hope that the inside would be warm and inviting was dashed. Other then being clean it looked like no one resided there.
Since they had been slightly rained on it was a pleasant surprise that her lord-husband called for baths for them. He warned them about escaping. He needn’t have bothered. Amalia was no where near thoughts of escape. Being a bird in a cage meant safety from the outside world.

“Thank you milord,” she said gently and bowed to him.
The bath was warm. The moment she stepped into it she breathed a sigh of relief. A warm bath was just the thing to calm her nerves. She sat in the water, knees drawn to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs, hair floating in the water around her.
Onyx, her sister-bride, was beautiful. And not as scared as Amalia was. She was braver, more sure. With such beauty inside and out, she would be the favorite. But she was kind. Amalia has heard stories of brides who got full of themselves and became cruel to the brides under them in favor. But she didn’t think Onyx would be like that. They could support each other.

She looked up at her sister-bride, who was relaxing in her own bath.
“Do you... do you think he has other wives? Besides us?” Amalia asked. 
After Onyx’ answer Amalia stared into the bath water, her chin on her knees. “I wanted to be brave, like you. I tried to be brave. I truly did. But fear is everywhere. It chokes me.”
A tear fell down her cheek and dropped into the water as she looked at Onyx with a sad smile. “I am sorry you are stuck with me, my sister. I am not worth much. But I promise I will not give up completely. No matter how harsh things become, I will support you.”

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The trek to the cottage and Amalia apologizes for her earlier fear reaction. She thanks Wilhelm and enjoys the bath, talking to her sister-bride about their future.
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