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[h2]Amalia Solair[/h2]
Wife of Wilhelm ([@Saltwater Thief]), Sister-Bride of Onyx ([@Vesuvius00])
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Amalia woke from a long hard night plagued by bad dreams. She stayed abed, her eyes closed, wanting to pretend that if she didn't open her eyes morning would not really have arrived yet.
It seemed strange to wake as a married woman. She didn't feel that differently but that could be because her new lord and husband had not taken her or Onyx. She pondered the significance of such restraint. Did he not find them attractive perhaps? She had heard of males who enjoyed the company of other males only. Was Wilhelm perhaps one of these men? If so, mayhap he would find it distasteful to be around the women.
The thought should have brought her happiness, but oddly it didn't. Rather, the Earth Gem found herself secretly hoping that that was not the case. Maybe he was tired? Maybe he didn't like travel? Would things be different once they reached his land?

Land... The word conveyed images of green grass and flowers, teeming with life. How she longed to feel rich earth between her fingers once again. The soft, life-giving soil. It made her heart ache for it. To simply sit in her parent's garden, the sun on her face and warm soft earth in her hands... she would give so much for one more day there.
Was it terrible that she missed the garden more than her parents? They had never been close, always polite but distant to keep themselves from becoming attached to a daughter they would ultimately lose. While Amalia understood their reasoning, it didn't mean she didn't resent it at times. She had once asked her nursemaid if her parents loved her. 'They do not dare,' had been the reply, followed by a muttered 'cowards'.

Lost in her thoughts Amalia was startled by Wilhelm's deep voice telling them to wake. Dressing and fixing her hair to be presentable, Amalia left the room and entered the dining area. She winced slightly at the sight of the meat on the plates. Other gems had seemed to like it. It must just be an acquired taste. Amalia's stomach turned at the smell of it. How long would it take her to get used to this?
The bread was a godsend. Amalia sat and ate delicately, using the perfect table manners she had been taught her entire life. She ate slowly and moved the meat around on the plate, hoping it would look like she was eating more of it than she actually was. To be fair she did try. Amalia winced at the taste. She had to do this. She had to get used to it.
The second bite was worse than the first, now that her mouth knew what was coming and could anticipate it. Swallowing it was like having a stone go down her throat. By the third she was uncertain if she could keep it down.

Through all of this she never complained. Water helped her force the meat down so she drank liberally from the cup provided.
A cramp in her stomach signaled that it had taken it's limit of meat for the moment. Instead she focused on the bread, finding it harder than she was used to but still good. Amalia ate all of the bread on her plate. Who knew when they would be eating again or how long the trip would be?

"Forgive me for questioning milord, but I am curious. How far away is your home?" Amalia asked. "What is it like? I was raised in a coastal area, so I have always wondered what snow is like. Does it ever snow in your land?"
She hoped she wasn't being too inquisitive. But she found asking others about themselves was a good way to get them to talk so she wouldn't be expected to.

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Amalia wonders if Wilhelm is gay and misses her parent's garden. At breakfast she struggles to eat the meat since she is not used to it yet, her stomach cramping from forcing herself to eat it. She questions Wilhelm about his home.
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