[center][color=808000][h2][i]Onyx Briyll[/i][/h2][sup]Bride of [color=9e0b0f]Wilhelm [@Saltwater Thief][/color] and Sister-Bride of [color=82ca9d]Amalia [@Belle][/color]
Interacting with: The Family[/sup][/color][/center]
[color=808000]"Don't be sorry. We're in this together, alright?"[/color]

As soon as Onyx let go of her sister-bride, Wilhelm took hold of the both of them and began leading them out of the party. They walked together in the rain for a while, the downpour having shifted to a less drenching shower. Their husband lead them through the maze-like streets and soon, they came to their destination. A cottage, of a sort, with a proud banner hanging over the door. 

Suddenly, Wilhelm pushed Amalia away, towards a Drakkan guard that Onyx had failed to notice until that moment. She tried to follow her sister-bride, to pull her away from the guard as Amalia began to cry out in fear, before Wilhelm's grip pulled her back. The guard shushed Amalia, and Onyx had to fight the urge to try and rip away from Wilhelm to go help her still. It took Onyx almost the whole time Amalia was being measured to realize that was what was happening. Once she did realize though, she quickly whispered her apologies to her husband. [color=808000]"I'm sorry for trying to pull away- I thought he was going to hurt her."[/color] He didn't seem to care much however, as he just pushed her forward to be measured as soon as Amalia was done.

The guard said nothing to her as she stood there, and she said nothing to him. It was curious, measuring a person in rope. Wouldn't a tape be more accurate for making clothes? but then, you don't measure someone's full height or the distance around a person's neck for a dress, do you? Those are more like measurements for a coffin, or a collar... Despite that peculiarity, so far nothing else was amiss. The house Wilhelm had led them too was clean but otherwise bare. He called for a bath and then- [color=808000][i]Of course there's only going to be one bed.[/i][/color] Onyx thought as she said nothing to her husband and simply followed Amalia to the bath. 

[color=82ca9d]“Do you... do you think he has other wives? Besides us?”[/color] Amalia asked after they'd both settled into the warm waters. Onyx pulled her wet hair out of her face so she could look at Amailia while she answered. 

[color=808000]"I suppose it's possible... But I wonder, would they really give brides to a Drakkan that still had some at home?"[/color] She paused for a moment, thinking. [color=808000]"I kind of hope there is someone there though now. A Gem who could help us get used to the new place, the new life."[/color]

As Onyx finished Amalia seemed, depressed at her answer. Onyx reached out to take her hand, but let the gesture die as Amalia began to speak again. [color=82ca9d]“I wanted to be brave, like you. I tried to be brave. I truly did. But fear is everywhere. It chokes me."[/color] She started crying, and Onyx felt a sharp stab through her heart as her sister-bride continued. [color=82ca9d]"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."[/color]

[color=808000]"I am not [i]stuck[/i] with you. I am blessed to have you, my sister."[/color] Onyx smiled as she reached out again to take Amalia's hand. [color=808000]"You don't need to be brave- I honestly don't believe I am very brave either. Please, don't cry."[/color]

[color=808000]"Fear is not a bad thing. If anything, it's the best thing to have, especially in our situation. Fear makes us careful and helps us react in the face of danger- even if it feels like it may overwhelm us. But even then, we'll always be there for each other."[/color] 

[color=808000]"I'll always be there for you, Amalia."[/color]


[hider= Summary ]Onyx is protective of Amalia.[/hider]