<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">"You did it to make it easier for yourselves,"</span></span>she spat back. Her hands unclenched and she pushed him away from her as she got off of him. She paced back and forth like an agitated lion. She had deep, dark rings under her eyes and her skin was so pale that it almost seemed translucent. She rubbed her eyes, thinking of all that had transpired. She couldn't trust anyone, it seemed. Not her family, not her people, and not the people who had her now. She was completely alone, or at least that was how it felt.<br/><br/>The truth was she wanted desperately to trust Raphael. Wanted to listen to his calm voice, wanted to find comfort in him--but she couldn't. Sweat seemed to glisten on her forehead and chest, and she wrapped her arms around herself as if she were cold. She shivered some, then looked towards the door longingly. She wanted to be free--free of being a princess, free of being a captive, free of being Freya. She wanted the choice, but no one had ever given her one.<br/><br/>Finally, after pacing a little bit longer, she leaned against the wall, sliding down it to sit. She grabbed a blanket nearby and covered herself, burying her face into the itchy, wool fabric. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.<span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"There's no one left to trust,"</span></span>she mumbled into the blanket.