<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">House of Ostergaard</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Castle Ofertha</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/the-huntress-by-s-ross-browne.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Valkyr Thyra Ekundayo</span></span></div><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“Noooooo, don't kill me...”</span></span><br/><br/>At that, Thyra couldn't help but give a laugh.<span style="color: #8040FF"> "Kill you? Girl, you seem well on your way of doing that yourself,"</span>she replied with a large grin. The girl was adorably pitiful.<span style="color: #8040FF"> "What is a girl like yourself doing here? Shouldn't you be frolicking through flowers and fucking your way into the castle?"</span>Thyra asked. Her words were crude, but there was no hint of disgust or hatred--she was asking a legitimate question.<br/><br/>Thyra looked back briefly to check on Felix and Freya. Both were still out cold. She had planned to carry them home herself, but then the girl in front of her had passed out and she didn't trust the patrons around to not rape her. So, instead, Thyra had decided to stay and watch all three of them until the morning could come. She hadn't slept at all, but she didn't seem to bothered by it. She rarely slept anyway.<br/><br/>Funny how the girl she had saved had only responded with fear of death.