<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/>Sir Felix waited patiently for Valkry Freya to change into something more suited for the warm weather of Ipale. They were running a bit late, but it was unlikely that it was Thyra's turn at the tournament anyway. He was still fuming over his encounter with the Reeve and it seemed to him Freya disliked the Reeve just as well. They would, however, have to get over whatever qualms they had with the man. They had a kingdom to keep together.<br/><br/>Sir Felix finally grew impatient with the warrior woman, coming to her door and knocking.<span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Freya, I do hate to rush you, but we really must be going. How is Thyra going to feel without us there?"</span></span>he called through the door. He snorted to himself at his words. Thyra would likely feel nothing but the thrill of a fight, with or without them there. Still, he needed the wild woman to hurry. It did not look good on them to be running so late, and while Freya did not care for politics, Felix was forced to.<br/><br/>Besides, the longer they were around the tournament grounds, the more information Felix could gather to better protect the Queen. He had yet to speak with her, but it didn't matter. He needed peace for the country, and he'd be damned if he let any get in the way of that. He just wished it was easier to swallow his contempt for the Reeve. He gave a sigh, knocking again,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #804000">"Freya!"</span></span>