<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/><br/>Thyra had known what would happen the moment the young noble boy referred to Freya as lady.<span style="color: #8040BF"> "Ought not to have done that, I'd say..."</span>Thyra looked at Felix, who only looked exasperated. The two stood, debating on what they should do for the situation. Freya was quite the temperamental woman, they both knew that. However, when the room fell silent and all were staring upon them, Thyra and Felix wordlessly agreed that perhaps they should put a stop to the situation. Thrya rested her hand on Freya's wrist, while Felix spoke,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF40"> "If the boy wants to duel, I'll have nothing against it...but as it seems, you have him quite terribly frightened along with the rest of the room. A good thing, no doubt. No one will likely call you lady again--I really don't know how they could confuse you with one, but you know," </span></span>Felix said with a shrug, his voice held a light, yet bored tone and Thyra had a hard time not laughing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-style: italic">"Would the piss of your enemies please you just as much as blood, because I do believe the boy has wet his pants, Freya..."</span></span>Felix said, his voice becoming a little more serious as the boy Freya held indeed had a wet spot growing from his crotch down his leg. The poor boy didn't seem like he had even seen his sixteenth summer quite yet. Thrya spoke up then,<span style="color: #8040FF"> "It's not okay to harm the weak and defenseless, Freya. He didn't raise a sword, only misspoke a name. He doesn't even look like he could raise one if he wanted to. You are better than this and you know it."</span>The boy looked rather terrified and the room seemed to be holding their breath, waiting to see what Freya would do. She looked terrifying enough that even the thought of a good fight was washed from their minds with worry that there would be bloodshed.<span style="color: #8040FF">"We came here to drink, so let's do that. I'm thirsty and waiting around for you to get your blade a little bloody is not what I desire to do this evening," </span>Thyra said, voice firm. Freya was in a mood that Thyra had not seen in her before and she wasn't sure she was fond of it.