<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/><span style="color: #804000">"Ah, Freya. There you go. Of course, of course. You are right, always so right! You know so much about me and the world,"</span>Felix drawled out sarcastically. Freya was off the mark. He never had believed their alliance would be forever. He had been surprised it had lasted this long. The woman threw insults left and right, always so confrontational.<span style="color: #804000">"I don't suspect any would desire to marry you, but I don't think that bothers you a bit,"</span>Felix replied with a shrug of his shoulders, letting her insults roll of his back. He would not give her the satisfaction of seeing him annoyed.<span style="color: #804000">"And yes, I do quite in fact dream of fucking you--in many ways. But again, do I think it'll happen? Ha, unlikely. You find me weak, which is a fair assumption. You've faced more battles than I have. I came to you when things began to look grim. You state these facts, as if I don't know them. Does it please you to have the truth of it roll of your tongue so constantly?"</span>he asked, though he didn't expect an answer, nor did he care to receive one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000">"My definition of respect may differ from yours, likely. I said I respected you, Freya, not your people. I could give a shit about yours just like you could give a shit about mine. You have my respect for a different reason other than coming to my aid. You are a woman of conviction, who sticks by her people, who does what is best for her and hers, and no one else. You are strong, you don't need anybody to support you, and you are the only woman I have met who doesn't gasp in glee and delight at flowers and silk. I respect you because you are intelligent and fearless--not because you are interesting...though you are interesting. I don't know anything about you, you are right. But I know you seem to hate me and it's understandable. I hate me, too. But that's life and we are all living in it. Some of us in shit, others on cushions. I was lucky to be the latter. I'm spoiled and cocky, no doubt. But you--you are angry at the world and let everything piss you off. I'm glad it works for you, though,"</span>Felix fell silent then, letting Freya mull over his words--though she would likely disregard them as she did everything else. He spoke only the truth and his mind.