<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #804000">House of Olegovich</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #804000">Castle Cronce</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1313.photobucket.com/albums/t557/srg109/56230f37-b997-4346-8812-7c085e626dfe_zpsbf4727d9.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #804000">Sir Felix Olegovich</span></span></div><br/><br/>Despite the hand at his throat and Freya's rather temperamental response, he found her quite amusing.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Stop being a pain in the ass. We go when I want to go and no second earlier. If I hear only one more whining Freya out of your throat, I will stick my dagger into it. Now be some nice guy and bring me some ale, before we go," </span></span>she commanded to him, finally releasing his throat. He took in a few breaths, needing air as much as the next person. He gave a chuckle as she disappeared back into her room and decided to make sure she got the ale she requested, motioning to a servant to do as Freya requested.<br/><br/>When the servant came back, Felix took the mug from him and walked back to the door. He was trying to school his face and wipe the smile off. When he finally managed, he gave a small knock on the door and, as expected, Freya yanked the door open in her own aggravated way. She snatched the mug from him, downed its contents, and threw it behind her. The servant near him flinched at the crash, but Felix gave no expression of caring about the ruined mug or room.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Alright let's go, Sir Pain-in-the-ass," </span></span>Freya growled out and Felix could not stop a grin from splitting his face. For some reason, Freya made his more serious side fall apart and all he wanted to do was tease her. He did his best not to, though. He motioned his hand out in a 'you first' fashion and she stormed past him.<span style="color: #804000">"Ah, Freya, you wound me deeply," </span>he replied as he followed her out. The horses were outside waiting to be mounted by them. He had decided that perhaps it would be best they had a ride there. Freya did seem a little warn out by the heat and he couldn't blame her. It was even too warm for him and he had brought clothes for the weather.