<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lady Melina Del'Castellorosso</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Angel of Riace'</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/9960c406-7aeb-4e5b-9174-36e83dbe1238_zpscc943042.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Melina wasn't offended the least by Amena's brusque closing of the door. She would have probably reacted the same if she had to learn that all her troubles in life were caused by one weak moment of her own father. Still she had wanted Amena to know, before her life would turn to shit. She didn't hate Amena, but she wanted to show Sir Robert that she could lead Galline as good as Amena could. If the bound between daughter of father was forever torn by knowing the history of her suffering - well, then it was one problem less on her mind. She still had enough of them... <br/><br/>Melina walked down to the tournament area and right into the first stand offering ale. She ordered one and put the mug to her mouth, looking around and nearly coughed her ale out. Her eyes had locked on a group of three persons. Felix and two of his valkyrs were in a drinking contest only fifteen feet away. She waited for her hate on Felix to surface again, but strangely enough she remained totally calm. And really wondered why? Her revenge on Felix had been her fixed star in the firmament of her troubles and now the fixed star seemed to be replaced by some dying one. Was Danilo already wiped off her mind? Where was the deep hole in her heart left by the death of her brother? <br/><br/>Melina frowned and downed the ale. She ordered another one. It was a long road to get drunk....</div>