<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">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/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"...after you wanted my co-pilot here as your personal sexslave and threatened to kill all us...well, the idea to knock at the doors seemed not very nice suddenly,"</span> Tom explained to her as the woman, Karra, seemed to make herself comfortable on the armrest of Tom's chair. The two seemed to be close and she could see why Tom might be hostile towards her if she had threatened Karra. But she couldn't imagine threatening to take her as a sex slave. These people kept insisting she had sex slaves, but she had never owned one. Her father had, but she had never participated in such things--not that she could recall. However, threatening to kill them? Yes, she probably did that.<br/><br/>Her hands were still wiping at the tears coming down her face. She felt Tom's hands pull hers away and she flinched. She looked up to see him offering her a hanky and she shakily grabbed it, mumbling out a thank you. Tom began to speak again, <span style="color: #FF8000">"...Did you have some kind of injury, that required surgery in the past, let's say...hmp...how old are you Freya? 25? Let's say, the last eight years..."</span> The question was oddly specific, but as he further elaborated she understood. She had been in quite an accident a few years ago, one where she had to be induced into a coma. It had been a simple malfunction of a weapon during a hunting trip--the entire reason her father no longer approved of her outings. <br/><br/>She nodded hesitantly, <span style="color: #80BF00">"A weapon malfunction a few years ago--I technically had died, but they managed to revive me. I was out for about two weeks..."</span> Karra seemed to be examining her for something, but she wasn't sure what. She fidgeted under the intense look the woman was giving her. Karra frowned some, as if she felt sorry for Freya and Freya bristled at it. <span style="color: #80BF00">"What?!"</span> she snapped angrily. Karra's frown disappeared and her expression seemed to turn bored, <span style="color: #FF8000">"You're a bit touchy, now aren't you?"</span> The Princess was about to retort when a sharp pain entered her head again. She had to resist screaming as she clutched her head, curling into herself. <br/><br/>When the pain finally receded, she found herself curled in the fetal position on the floor with Karra hovering over her with some concern. <span style="color: #FF8000">"I wonder..."</span> Karra mumbled then looked up at Tom, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Has Geek messed with anything with the transmitter yet?“</span></div>