<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">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/><div style="text-align: justify;">Freya blinked her eyes rapidly when Geek forced her to look at him. She was trying to keep her tears from falling. He seemed to be thinking deeply before he spoke, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Maybe I can, Freya. I have some theory that we looked into the wrong direction. Maybe I know why you can't remember. Maybe I know why you are now some really nice, lovable, vulnerable person and why you have been someone else half an hour ago. And maybe I can make you be like you are now forever. I really hope it, because I would really like to know this Freya a lot better." </span><br/><br/>Freya wasn't sure how to reply, basking in the warmth of Geek's hand. He began to explain that she needed to delve into her memories and tell him a story about something she loved and something she hated in her past. She tensed at that, not wishing to share so much--but he said it would help. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok. You may start whenever you like, Freya. First the nice memory,“</span> he prompted gently. She was quickly filtering through what she could remember and decided on something rather simple. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"When I was a small child my family had a Royal gathering with singing and dancing and a lot of food. It would be my first public appearance, as I had been too young prior years. My mother had picked out a beautiful little gown for me back when she still smiled. My father had escorted me, letting me dance on his feet and sit on my own throne while dining. He leaned down and told me that I was the prettiest girl in all the world, aside from my mother that is...then at the end of the night my parents tucked me into bed, something they rarely did. They said I had been a perfectly little lady and that they were very proud of me..." </span><br/><br/>They weren't proud of her anymore, at least her mother wasn't. Her father was simply exhausted.</div>