Belle

Samhain Intrigues

When you really want to say something but knowing that you are so irritated right now that you will most likely regret it later on.

Samhain Intrigues

Elsa had no idea what just happened. A woman she had not seen before actually stepped up to point out the injustice that was occurring. Elsa hadn't thought such a thing was possible in this place. After pissing off Lady Bitch the woman left before Elsa could even attempt to thank her for her help. She looked after her in wonder. The woman was absolutely beautiful. Who was she that she had such great influence and power here? For the first time in a long time, Elsa felt overwhelmingly curious.
That was the kind of position she hoped to have one day : secure enough to call people on their shit.

The old woman who had been taking notes beckoned Elsa over. Obeying the summons, she approached bewildered. "I wish I could have thanked her. I appreciate her helping me when she didn't have to," she said then realized she was being rude. "I'm sorry. My name is Elsa. May I ask yours?"

After introductions Elsa inclined her head curiously. "I near meant to cause all of this. I should have never assumed anything in this place. Would you please help me understand what I am supposed to do? I really do not want a repeat of this with someone more dangerous."

Elsa wondered when they were supposed to meet the King of the Unseelie. She was getting anxious to know what her place would be. Growing up in foster care the worst was not knowing. Would you stay in this home or be moved? Would they be kind or not? Would they decide they didn't like you and toss you out like garbage? Every time to social worker came was anxiety. Would this be the time she took you from one hell hole to another, worse one?
The unknown was the most terrifying thing. No monster could compare.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Amalia

_{Bride of Unknown and Sister Bride of Unknown
Interacting with: not sure}

Her fear was validated. She had made a mistake.
Amalia was terrified she would be killed on the spot for her error. Others may have been being defiant but Amalia had genuinely thought standing with her head bowed had been right. One gem was stripped of her clothing. Another was dragged forward and made an example of with the Drakken's boot on her back and head, pinning her to the floor like an insect.

Amalia should have dropped to her knees but she was too scared to move. She paid the price along with a handful of others. The pain from the fire searing her flesh made her scream. She had to grab the table to keep from falling face first onto the floor. Amalia bit her lip against the pain to the point where ruby blood shone on her pale skin.
Those that had been burned would have to walk on the balls of their feet for the rest of the day and likely the next.

The walk to their lessons was agony. Tears shimmered and spilled over her cheeks. She hadn't meant to insult. She hadn't meant to seem rebellious. It wasn't fair. She hadn't known. How was she to have known? If only she had been given a chance to explain her reasoning.
The lessons themselves were blasphemous against the Great Mother Vivari and all of the elemental gods. It hurt Amalia's heart to hear the Drakken tear down the Great Mother and promote their gods of hatred, violence and blood.
Hearing about the birthing process was easier but horrible none the less. It would be a miracle to survive birthing one of the Drakken monsters.

Experiencing all of this was so vastly different from the life she had known that Amalia wanted to give up in despair. It seemed impossible.
Despite her earlier words of encouragement and hope Amalia felt at a loss. She was like an innocent pure child that had been tossed into a pen with rabid dogs.
But she had to stay strong. This is what she had been taught and prepared for her entire life. If she appeared broken, then how would the others who looked to her for comfort and strength cope? She had to be strong for them.

That evening, when they were taken to their rooms, Amalia collapsed onto the bed with a relieved sob the moment the door shut. Her feet pained her beyond belief. They throbbed as she cried into her pillow. There would be no singing from her tonight.

Summary

Amalia is burned and barely endures the pain. She is terrified of messing up again. The lessons pain her heart and she begins to feel despair.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

I feel so bad for Amalia. She wasn't trying to be rebellious at all. Poor girl. My bad sweetie.

Crafting a post now.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

So a woman in an electric cart ran into me knocked me down, skinned up my leg it's swollen and bruised. Says "you need to watch where you're going" and drives off.

😑😡

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

I am beyond pumped to see what happens! Who will end up with who?! I'm dying of excitement and curiosity!

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Amalia

_{Interacting with: Lienna @Obscene Symphony}

Lienna's words, while a bit harsh, were sound. But that made sense seeing she prayed to the wise goddess Naia.
Amalia wasn't certain if Lienna's words about her beauty were meant as an insult or a compliment. Sarcasm was not her strong suit.
"Wisdom is important," she agreed. "The wise tend to live longer than the fools. Unfortunately so many mistake wisdom for weakness. I try to be wise but I admit that I fail at times. Perhaps I should pray to Naia to give me wisdom and the Vivari the Great Mother to give me kindness. Can one pray to two deities?" She asked wonderingly.

Seeing her movements with the water Amalia smiled. "When I was a child and learned of my Earthen gifts I used to wish I was a Water Gem instead. Water is so graceful, so beautiful. It heals. Whereas I always felt that Earth was heavy and solid," she looked down at her plate as tears stung her eyes. "There are no plants here. Everything is twisted and dead. I can't be of any help to anyone here. I am little more than worthless."

When the Drakken appeared a few minutes later a hush fell over the room. Amalia stiffened her spine and her arm immediately went back around the whimpering gem beside her, trying to keep her calm. Amalia's ocean blue eyes followed one deemed 'prince'. He was larger than their keeper and seemed older as well. He was certainly more terrifying.

The order to bow was sharp and loud. The captives were frozen in place for a moment, but began making their choice.
Amalia was not stupid. She could recognize a test when she saw it. The Prince's cold gaze swept the room like a heavy weight. The gem she had been comforting sank to her knees then put her face on the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Amalia thought carefully. She had a gut feeling that what they did here would play a hand in their eventual fates. Groveling on the floor seemed wrong. A Gem did not belong on the ground. The wife of a Drakken Lord did not belong on the ground. Being on the floor showed fear and shame. Amalia was not ashamed of being a Gem.
But not bowing seemed wrong as well. Despite what he was the Prince was royalty. And they were on Drakken soil now, here to spend the rest of their lives. Like it or not, their royalty was now the Gem's royalty as well. Such a position demanded respect.

Her decision made Amalia stood, clasping her hands together, and bowed her head closing her eyes.

By standing she was not a coward, nor did she show shame.
By bowing her head she showed respect and acknowledgement of her new life.
By clasping her hands in front of her she hoped to hide the slight shaking in her hands.

She closed her eyes to pray to Vivari that she hadn't just made a very large mistake.

Summary

Amalia replies to Lienna before standing and bowing her head to the Prince.

Samhain Intrigues

😔 😢

I want to continue. I still haven't met Falk.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

@Obscene Symphony I worked all day yesterday and work all day today. I will reply when I get home tonight 😊

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Nothing like being being spat on and told you are going to hell for working at Seaworld