<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 knew she should be proud, for what she had achieved today. She found a new home, she had a lead on the killer of Sir Robert’s wife and she had made Leon agree to a deal with Sir Robert guaranteeing the safety of Galline and the marriage of Amena and Rufus. In any normal terms it would be an entirely successful day. But the terms weren’t normal. Melina knew that tonight when she would close her eyes she would see the face of this young, friendly Lord Yakari in front of her in her dreams and he would ask her over and over again why she had destroyed his and Amena’s life, what he had done to her to make her do this. And she would cry in her sleep and would feel entirely miserable.<br/><br/>Melina looked down on the rolled parchment in her hand. She had just to throw it into the next fire and to walk away and nothing would happen - but then she realized that Sir Robert would destroy Yakari’s life with or without her help. If Yakari was doomed anyway, she could profit from it too. No, she straightened her shoulders and started to look out for Sir Robert. Her soon to be husband. Lady Melina Cadell, she could get used to that. Del’Castellorosso had always been a horrible name. No, Cadell sounded much nicer.<br/><br/>Melina found him in a tavern over some ale, but she was sure it wasn’t the first one. He should know by now that those didn’t help. But she would be the medicine he needed. She was sure about that. He would change after he got revenge for the death of his wife. And she would always honor the memory of Anne, but she would make him live again. And this time – she swore it on the grave of Danilo, her dead brother and lover, this time she would not kill her kid before it was born. It was time that she turned her life around.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“You don’t need ale, Sir Robert, you need what I have for you.”</span><br/><br/>She had walked up on him from behind and her arm had sneaked around his arm, waiving the parchment in front of his eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“We are close. With Leon and with your past. I guess tomorrow we can finish both things, Leon needs this one signed and approved and I need another day to check some facts to hinder you from killing the wrong man. But I guess I have the right one – does the name Solana ring a bell with you? Some dance, a young girl and you maybe took her against her will?”</span></div>