She saw red. Thick red blood soaking the ground. She saw the life leave her attacker’s eyes, draining into nothingness. Amalia’s eyes were large, her body shaking but not from cold.
She was in shock.
Others might have called her weak, but she had never experienced such things before. Watching the life leave someone... watching them die... seeing their life blood soaking the ground...
She trembled uncontrollably, staring sightlessly at the dead man before her.
A voice spoke to her. Her sister-bride Onyx. But she could barely understand the words. It took great effort to reply.
“On-nyx,” she stammered, reaching for her when the sound of metal severing flesh was heard again. Amalia put her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear any more of the horrid sounds of death. She closed her eyes, willing it all to go away, to not be real.
Wilhelm’s voice cut through like ice. Her gaze, wide-eyed, went to him. He asked about riding. Riding?
“I was... I was never al-lowed,” Amalia answered in a small voice.
Poor kitten Amalia is shaken seeing death for the first time.