<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 dismounted from her horse, then called for some strong armed men to come drag her companions off to their rooms. Just as they grabbed the two, she halted them as a wicked idea came to mind and a terribly gleeful smile appeared on her face,<span style="color: #8040FF">"No...put them in the same bed--put them in Felix's bed, together...and of course remove their armor. Can't very well sleep in that, now can they?"</span>One of the men went to protest and Thyra shot him a threatening look that withered away whatever argument he had. At once the men disappeared to do as they were told. It was a mean trick, but it would amuse her for days on end. Freya would likely be mad, but there was no way that the woman could deny that she would have done the same just for her own entertainment.<br/><br/>Thyra then turned back to the girl she had brought with her, gesturing the lady to follow her.<span style="color: #8040FF"> "I think that you will be able to find the peace you seek, or at least find a safer home if that is your desire. It is difficult to go from one life to the next, but if you are truly dedicated to changing yourself and your environment, I think you will be fine. Sometimes strangers are the best thing that can happen to you," </span>Thyra said as they entered the house and Thyra motioned a maid over.<span style="color: #8040FF"> "Please help clean this young lady and provide her fresh clothes. A drunk decided to spill their guts on her and she hadn't a way to protest before it happened," </span>Thyra commanded as she bit back a grin. She didn't elaborate that the drunk was the lady herself. No need to, but it was a nice way to tease Melina secretly and still spare her some dignity.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Afterward, bring her to me--I shall take a small rest in my chambers."</span><br/><br/>With that, the maid was guiding Melina away. Thyra gave a tired sigh as soon as the girl was out of sight, not wishing to make her think it was her company that had her so ragged. No, it was Felix and Freya--their never ending bickering and pissing contests made her exhausted. That, and she had stayed up most of the night watching the girl. Of course that wasn't Felix or Freya's fault, but she was sure they had contributed more to her exhaustion than her self-impose guard duty had. She stretched some, bones popping and cracking in various places, mostly her spine. It was satisfying to say the least and she let out a relieved breath.<br/><br/>She made it back to her chambers, undressing from her armor and clothes from the day before. She slipped on some plain pants and a white tunic. It was far more comfortable than the heavy armor she usually wore. She sat on her bed then plopped backwards. She wished she didn't have to be a warrior all the time. Sometimes she wished to be catered to, loved, adored--while still being respected. She knew, however, that she would never get those things. Men looked at her like some exotic pet, and she would much rather swing a heavy sword until her dying breath than to live in the lap of luxury as some lord's toy.<br/><br/>Still, she was lonely. The loneliness had been consuming her for a while, but lately it had been threatening to swallow her whole. She grew weary of her life. While she had a family of sorts now, it simply was not enough to fill the ache in her heart.