*AMELIA*
Appreciating the beauty of the afternoon, I gallivanted around, getting ready for my peaceful afternoon stroll. To my dismay, my ears caught the cheerful laughter of that good-for-nothing wench, Rosaline.
Wasn't she recently stripped of her title and in addition whipped for her companion's crime? How is she out of her room and even laughing? It had to be my imagination or maybe I was still in bed.
The three figures came into view as they made their way up the stairs. At impulse I hid by the corridor I was just coming from, sneakily watching, my eyes grew wide in shock.
Rosaline was chatting jovially with her friends, with almost no care in the world. Standing up straight, her petite yet curvy features shone under the bright afternoon light.
"How is she healed, with not a trac
