<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">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/>Freya was not so sure she liked the strange hat like object Geek had put on the top of her head. It felt funny and she had never seen such a fashion of hat before. It was likely because her people were far more advanced than where ever Geek was from. They would never put such a hideous object in their fashion. She gave Geek an odd look, wondering why he owned such an atrocity.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Well, I fear someone may try to kill you, lady. By sending some signal to activate the breaker in your heart. If it is really a safeguard, then I guess that the control for it is wired into your implants in your brain, Freya. I would do so, if I had to design it. What I am making now is some shield for the signals. Incoming and outgoing. That’s the problem. Once we use that, they won’t receive any signals from you, so we have no idea how they may react then. We can’t use it now, at least not until we have ambushed the rescue party. And we need to ambush the rescue party, if we want to enter Ovia as free people."</span></span><br/><br/>Freya was not very happy about that idea and she was about to share her feelings, but Geek cut her off before she could even speak, getting her hands and looking into her eyes,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Look, Freya. I know that you believe that we could all march into Ovia and you could discuss it all out with your parents. But it will not happen. You can’t negotiate out of a position of weakness. Why should anybody grant you something costly, if he can have it for free? If you enter Ovia with us, then we all know that we will end in the Arena. What we know is, that your lower castes have no rights and that they are controlled tightly by your authorities. We don’t plan to storm the inner rings of Ovia. We will take the outer ring, make those weapon locking signals useless and then nobody can attack us, because the majority of your own military will guard us. And then we talk. We come from a planet, where we strongly believe in diplomacy. We had once been over a hundred countries and now they are all history. We try to find solutions working for all parties. But I agree that it is not working all time. Some people don’t want to listen. But your parents are safe, your nobles are safe, until they decide to attack us. Then we will fight."<br/></span></span><br/>Geek was speaking of starting revolt, an absolute war. The nobles would never give their power over so easily, nor would they go down without quite the fight. Her mother was a ruthless woman, a terribly cold, terribly frightening woman. They would be putting themselves in complete danger, no matter how they approached the situation. Ambushing the rescue party was the least safe way to go about it in her opinion. She, however, had a bomb inside her and no say in the matter. She frowned, looking down at her and Geek's connected hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Oh, come on,"</span></span>Geek's voice made her look up and she caught the wink he gave her, grinning. She frowned even more, not understanding why he was grinning when they were speaking about the beginnings of war. She wished she had never gone hunting.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"You can’t really expect us to walk into Ovia without having our asses guarded. I remember a Princess here, threatening to kill every single one of us some hours ago. Even if you can’t remember it. But you can ask everyone here and they will all tell you the same story. I know that it was your alter ego and that you probably wouldn’t have done so, but, hey, we don’t really know you."<br/></span></span><br/>Had she really done that? Apparently so, but she wasn't so sure she was wrong for it as she surveyed the options in front of her. She was a hostage. Despite how polite Geek may have been, she had not forgotten.<br/><br/>She was pulled from her thoughts as Geek began to throw a barrage of questions at her,<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Why don’t you help me understanding you better, by telling me something from your youth. Before the hunting accident. How did you grow up? Do you have brothers, sisters, cousins? Or what do you like to do in your leisure time? What does a princess do in Ovia all day long?"</span></span><br/><br/>She remained quiet for a few moments, debating on the point of answering any more questions. Between a bomb being inside her and the way Geek spoke of starting a revolution so easily made her fidget uncomfortably. Yes, her doctors had done her wrong--but they didn't have the whole story. All they had were speculations of what could have been, what might have happened, who might have ordered the pace maker and control device. She didn't have all the answers and she wanted them, but she doubted she would be able to get them.<br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><br/>"I'm a hostage, what does it matter?" </span>she asked in a low voice, scooting away from Geek, afraid of the emotions she felt for him, afraid of being too close. She had felt so comfortable and safe around him that she had nearly tricked herself into thinking that he was her friend. But then again, why would he bother trying to save her from the device that could kill her?<br/><br/>It was far too confusing and she was far too terrified of her situation to trust anyone. But what could be the harm in sharing a few stories from her past?<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="color: #40FFFF">'Likely everything,'</span></span></span>her mind whispered.<span style="color: #40FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">'He'll just use it against you, try to toy with your emotions...Don't say anything, Freya...don't ever say anything...'</span></span></span>the voice in her head sounded solid, yet whispery and she wondered if it was her thoughts or something else. It didn't sound like her own voice. It sounded much more sinister to her and a small, less intense sharp pain accompanied it. She dug the heel of her hands into her eyes, rubbing them firmly as if to will away an incoming headache. The words didn't match how she felt. She was suspicious, but she wasn't paranoid. She felt like she could trust Geek, and yet that voice was demanding she not say a damn thing.<br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><br/>"Leave me alone..." </span>she muttered to herself so quietly it was almost silent, though it could have easily been misinterpreted as directed to Geek.