<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Freya Ostergaard</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Valkyr of Oferta</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ccaf9432-fce0-46a6-9413-fe8e3154daee_zps4ea8bea9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Freya kept her horse at the side of Felix and she looked at him with a half mocking, half serious smile on her face. Now, now, someone was a little bit touchy there. But at least he had said, what she had already assumed. He wanted her, which was kind of tricky. She wasn’t her sister.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Felix, I don’t hate you. You are quite ok for a Southener. A little young, a little unexperienced and too soft. But you are ok. Maybe even more than that, I don’t know.”</span><br/><br/>She sighed, looking up to the castle and wiping sweat from her forehead. Damn it was way too warm here.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Look, Felix. I know that I am aggressive and always attacking. My life made me to be like that and my folks want us to be like that. If we would be calm and passive nobody would fear us and it would be your people who would attack us all the time. But as we are aggressive and always in for a fight, they prefer to walk around us. It is in my blood now, I can’t be different for you, even if you would deserve it sometimes. And I can’t be it for those people here, even if it would mean a lot to you. They have to take me like I am, you have to take me like I am, because that is who I am.”</span><br/><br/>Why did she even explain it to him? It was beyond her. Maybe because it angered her that he thought like that of her. That he believed that she was some bastard, who was only in for fights. She wasn’t. And neither was she someone nobody wanted to marry.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Felix, we are a rough folk in a rough nature. Everybody in my folk knows that the nature is relentless and that only those who are more relentless will survive in it. Nature teaches us that from our first cry in cold air to our lonesome dead in a tent torn by countless storms. Yes, nature made us a hard, harsh folk. But not an unfriendly one. We help others, we take up lost souls like Thyra and heal them and we even consider to help those who have hunted us for years like animals. What we can’t do however is to deny our nature. I am a clan-leader, Felix. That is not the same like being a noble. Your people follow you, because you are their rightful born leader. My people follow me, because I am the most rotten and vile bastard, the one who kills everybody who questions my leadership. It is a position of strength and ruthlessness and I will only hold it as long as I am like that. If I show weakness, if I start to cuddle with the Southeners, if I take you in my bed…then I am no longer the leader of my clan. And probably not very long alive too. You don’t have only friends in your clan when you are a hard leader.”</span></div>