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[h2]Amalia Solair[/h2]
Bride of Wilhelm ([@Saltwater Thief]) and sister bride of Onyx ([@Vesuvius00])[/center]

It was a while before the door opened again. It was their husband. He did not look happy and, despite his earlier praise, made Amalia nervous. 
The way was blocked? He suspected treachery? The icy fingers of fear dances down her spine, making her shiver. What if they were attacked and her husband killed? What would become of her and Onyx? She didn’t want to think of such things.

The ride was silent and bumpy. She was half afraid one of the wheels would sink into the marsh and they would be stuck. But the driver was very cautious and trusted the horses’ instincts on where to place their feet.

The smell became worse and Amalia covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, coughing quietly. She didn’t complain. It wasn’t Wilhelm’s fault they’d come this way. He’d had no choice. 

It was eerily quiet. Amalia could feel the nervousness of the horses, wishing she could comfort them. It would have been a comfort to herself as well. She had wished for plants but the trees she saw were black and twisted. Like everything in Drakka. Why was everything in this land so... poisoned? Even the water looked fetid and vile. Her imagination created fearsome creatures that she swore she could see moving under the dark water. 

The carriage slowed even more as the horses picked their way over a particularly muddy patch of ground, to the point where it was like they were sitting still.
Staring out of the window of the carriage Amalia spotted a quick movement out of the corner of her eye. It was a shadow, but of man or beast?
Standing and moving to the door, Amalia opened it and leaned her head out.

“My lord?” She called, her voice questioning. Any reply was cut off but a fast moment by her head. There was a sharp pain as an arrow nicked her ear as it shot past her, embedding itself into the carriage wall behind her. Amalia fell backwards to the floor of the carriage.

Amalia screamed in alarm, feeling her ear and pulling her hand back to show blood.

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WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!!!
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