Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
"I know." Amalia's voice is quiet, hard and terse in the cool spring air. She knows what happened, she knows of the Queen's sins, and she has no intention of letting them go unanswered. "Wessex has promised a forum, where she will answer for her actions to the people of the Hollowed Grounds." It hurts, to think about their fight, to think of what her words here mean. "She... we were close, once. She was like family to me. But the Voice... clearly whatever part of her soul once remained is lost, now."
But Amalia doubts that Delah cares for the family squabbles of the Hollowed Grounds. Sighing and pushing back her hair, the Shield glances back at the Guardian, something of a wry mirthless smile on her face. "She broke her own laws first," Amalia points out. "I'm surprised you did not hold her here. Have a trial for her crimes against your people."
But Amalia doubts that Delah cares for the family squabbles of the Hollowed Grounds. Sighing and pushing back her hair, the Shield glances back at the Guardian, something of a wry mirthless smile on her face. "She broke her own laws first," Amalia points out. "I'm surprised you did not hold her here. Have a trial for her crimes against your people."
