<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;">The Princess had listened to the Major's words passively. He had held a gun up to her and pulled the trigger. She hadn't even flinched and his only reward was a cocky smirk. He couldn't hurt her, and yet he was still rambling on. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"It doesn't matter what my people want. Things are the way they are,"</span> Freya answered. She was simply the princess, unable to change laws or the way the country ran. So instead she had completely immersed herself into her title. She did all she wanted, when she wanted. Not that she had cared to even attempt change to begin with. <br/><br/>It was then he held up the strange weapon the female had been holding. She heard the deafening bang of the object before she ever felt the pain. She held surprise on her face as she slowly looked down at the burning, throbbing wound. It felt like white hot fire and she couldn't breathe for a moment. <br/><br/>It was then she began to register that the Major was asking her where her transmitter was planted. Ha! As if she even knew. That wasn't something they told the nobles and likely for this exact reason. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Even...even if I wanted to tell you, I wouldn't be able to,"</span> Freya answered through gritted teeth. Who the fuck were these people? How was it they had any such tools to harm her? <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"However, I am sure where ever it is in my body, it is alerting my people of your treachery."</span></div>