<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 pondered the man's words for a moment before sharing her thoughts,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">"If your ranks are based upon experience, then I doubt much will change among your ranks...it seems that system is much more steady than our own." </span></span>Freya had always believed in a rank system based upon experience, but the way her world was did not leave much room for change. Before her accident she had had so many plans for when she was to take the throne--but after the accident those plans had disappeared along with many of her memories. Even now she still felt that her mind was misplaced, that her entire world was misplaced--and it had nothing to do with being in enemy hands.<br/><br/>She frowned some as she began to doubt her own family even more than before. Perhaps what these aliens had told her was the truth, perhaps she was simply a pawn in some larger political game. It wouldn't be surprising, she supposed, but it would be devastating if it were the truth. She felt a little bit of resolve to fight crumble. She was still angry, yes, but there was nothing at the moment she could do. The only thing she could do was cooperate as she had promised and hope that she made it back home in one piece.