<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;">Freya nodded at Geek. Her mother had changed radically over the years, always cursing her for being too lenient, too merciful. Everytime Freya showed the slightest sign of forgiveness, her mother would be waiting. She had to be so cruel all the time and soon it had become a part of her, more afraid of her mother than her people. <br/><br/>She tried to recall the first time her mother had terrified her and it was fairly easy. <span style="color: #80BF00">"There was once a slave that my father had taken. She was very upset as she was from some other place. She was a foreigner. She barely understood our language and she had been in shambles. I had comforted the poor thing, but my mother found me. She had been so furious, snatching me by my hair and dragging me through the halls to take me to my room in order to beat me. When we...whe..“</span> Freya couldn't get the words out as the sharp pain began to take over again as Geek had predicted. She gave a cry, leaving over and clutching her head. It was worse than the last two times and she was beginning to shake uncontrollably.</div>