<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ernest was amazed at the lengths the Queen was willing to go through to ensure that Freya was brutal enough to rule. It was interesting to him that it seemed the females had more power in this society. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Do you think the Queen acted alone?“</span> he asked, giving Freya a once over. She was pretty enough when her face wasn't twisted with disgust and anger. <br/><br/>He was actually becoming excited about the prospect of going to Ovia. He wanted to speak to Freya and Gleywine more if possible. He would do damn near anything to get a more inside look of Getalia. <br/><br/>Freya was falling asleep it looked like, though it seemed as if she were trying her best to stay awake. She looked so different than earlier, so much more vulnerable. He could very much see what her mother feared and he had a strange feeling that her mother had done it out of some twisted sort of love for the girl. <br/><br/>A weak Queen would get her killed, a ruthless one would keep her alive. After all, the Queen could have easily let Freya die and had another child, but she had not.</div>