<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 awoke with a loud groan, a splitting headache, a sour taste in her mouth and the worst hangover she ever had. Keeping her eyes closed she tried to remember how the last day ended. She had drunk some seven or eight ale, watching with half closed eyes, how first Felix slipped to the floor and shortly after the blonde valkyr followed. She had bend back in laughter and toppled from her bench to the floor. Then she had vomitted and someone had picked her up and placed her on a bed or something like that. No, it was no bed. It was stonehard and she felt every bone in her body. Her hands touched the place she was laying on and it was sticky and rough. Ok, she was laying on the table. Someone must have placed her there.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"No hasty moves, young girl. You shouldn't drink that much at your young age. Even if you had a bad life..."</span><br/><br/>The voice was that of a female and Melina carefully opened her eyes. And her head jerked bad, her body rigid in shock, her eyes wide open when she looked on the face of dark-skinned valkyr.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Noooooo, don't kill me...”</span><br/><br/>Melina's heart beat like crazy and it didn't slow down, when the face of the valkyr split with a grin.</div>