Art of Princess Freya! Drawn by a friend of mine : ) their art IG is naurumii_

Princess Freya Golden has newfound goals of her own. The engagement party made it clear to her that there's a thing between the bitch and her bastard knight.

She'll visit the castle and offer him wine with her blood.

What she doesn't know is the bastard knight is a dead knight. Freya would seek out other ways of long, torturous revenge regardless.

Though the execution of her plan may be weeks to come, she sits down writing an outline and what to dos in case things go south. With the faint sound of her quill gliding around the paper, the princess fails to notice the light footsteps that carry into her chambers. "What is my lover up to?"

"Ah!!" Freya jolts up and sets the quill down. "Why are you naked!?"

"It's your birthday gift!"

"Right. I'm 20 now." She groans. Eka pulls the woman up from her chair, tracing her lovers neck to her collarbone.
"Happy birthday." She says in a sultry voice.

Freya gulps. Eka notices how stiff her partner is acting.

"Come on, you could try to act more excited! You don't want me?"

"I-it's not that I don't want you. Love, it's six in the morning and my mind isn't in the place for this, how about tonight?"

"Tonight we'll be in the middle of it and you'll suddenly belch your supper over my breasts because you ate too much. Remember last year?"

"I swear to you that won't happen again." Freya presses her forehead against Eka, closing her eyes. "Now go put on some clothes."

"Yes ma'am." Eka backs away, and the princess turns back to her writing with a sigh. "I should set this aside for now."

"Even when your girlfriend is naked in front of you, you're still thinking of her with the silver eyes. You into white girls more?" Her lovers comments as she puts on the uniformed dress of the castle's maids.

"Shut up. I said I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Oh how I wish my lover would write about what she plans to do to me all day and night even if it entails my own demise!" She says dramatically. "How I wish she'd look at me with the same intensity she looks at the woman she so hates. And thinks about me as much-"

Freya gets up and tackles Eka onto her bed, and holds her down by her wrists. "If you think I'm into something as stupid as making love to my enemies then get out of my sight."

"I... I'm sorry, it was a joke."

"Tch."

"Please don't hate me..."

"I will if you keep spouting this nonsense."

"I'll stop."

Freya releases her hold on Eka's wrist and sits down beside her. "I was quickly reaching success... And perhaps fame in the world, till she showed up and stripped me of my life. The success I worked so hard on to achieve. I could never love that demon."

"Oh, well. I think you're really famous here, you're the princess of the Golden kingdom!"

"And it's a status I was born into. It doesn't feel very fulfilling at all."

"Right." Eka glances toward the door, her long hair swaying, the ends rested on the bed and dragged. "I'm going to give you space, you should get ready. You have a long day ahead."

King Golden enjoyed throwing extravagant birthdays for his only child. Ever since her first birthday there would be performances, gifts, and food the entire day. Sometimes Golden citizens wonder if he's putting the crown in debt everytime it's Freya's birthday.

The castle was practically an over-decorated cake in a few days, and everyone who worked there couldn't catch a breath of sleep. At seven as Freya was getting clean and dressed for her day, the whole kitchen staff prepared enough food to feed a dragon, performers were being brought into the castle, contents of each gift was being checked in case of any assassination attempts against the princess.

"Absolutely golden!" The king watches from his balcony. "My daughter will love this."

"I'm sure she will, my king." His closest guard comments. "Is there anything else you need?"

King Golden shakes his head. "This will be enough. Now get Jeffrey to come in and shave my beard please, I want to look presentable."

"Of couse my king." The man lowers his head and leaves to call the summoned individual.

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"Cheers to Princess Freya!"

"So when do you plan to take a husband dear? You're already twenty, more than healthy enough to have kids!"

Freya sits at a long table with a front row seat to watch a magician troupe. While she enjoys the food, presents, and events she hates interacting with the ignorant nobility and relatives. "She's asked me that for the last four years consecutively." The princess rolls her eyes.

If not for the king being overprotective, she'd have been forced to marry.

"It's a bad time to marry, what if my sweet daughter catches the crow disease from her betrothed!? What shall I have done then!?" The king aggressively takes a bite out of the roast chicken leg. His plate full of protein and just protein. "My daughter has plenty of time to find a husband, we need not to rush her."

"My king you say that every year, are you sure it's not just you being overprotective of Freya? She's old enough to make her own decisions after all."

"Enough!" He glares at the lady. "You will make no further comment on this matter."

"Thanks dad." Freya chuckles.

As they bantered, the magician troupe filled the room with projections of beautiful creatures created by water magic, they danced with fire & chilled the room with ice. This specific group Freya got to see yearly, for Rinoa it was just as astonishing to see things she hadn't written out in her story.

Though she created this place, it's still of its own.

"And this one is for you, princess!" The leader of the troupe casts her a smile, snapping his fingers and Freya turns feather light. She floats upwards, and all the lights shift to her attention.

The water made creatures dance waltz around her, humming a soft melody.

"So pretty!" She reaches out. Her father tears up just looking at the smile on her face.

"She doesn't smile much anymore." He comments.

"The princess does seem to have a reputation of looking and sounding mad all the time."

"Shut your face up, maybe if you picked out better gifts she'd be happier."

"M-my king! I went through so much trouble getting that hair clip from the Silver Kingdom!"

"Did I tell you to go and do something illegal to please my daughter? Yet you did something illegal and still failed to please her!"

"I'm sorry." She bows her head.

Oh, that's one of Freya's very forgettable distant relatives... Or something. An auntie who wanted to get really close to the crown so she tries hard and fails miserably, Freya can't even remember her name?

Mar... Margie? Melany? Margay? Morgy??

The princess steadily floated down into her cushioned seat. Everyone cheered and clapped their hands, Freya included.

"An absolutely Golden performance from the magician troupe! Please come again next year, I insist."

"We will, my king."

They exit the stage. Musicians return to perform, playing their pieces while guests ate and talked over a bit of alcohol. Freya held back the urge to eat more so she wouldn't throw up on Eka like the embarrassment she caused herself a year ago. "I'm going to retire a bit early tonight, father. Thanks for all of this again."

"Already? Why? Is there anything you didn't like?"

"No, it was all amazing. I'm just a bit tired." Someone is waiting for me in bed.

"This is all your fault, you ruined her mood." The king turned to the aunt whose name Freya still can't remember.

"I-i'm truly sorry!" She exclaims.

"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to my daughter!" His voice booms. The musicians stop playing and everyone looks at the three.

"I'm truly sorry for my insensitive words, princess!"

"If you're truly sorry then next time don't show your face here on my birthday! Oh, and leave now. Please." Freya says sternly, feeling nice enough to say please.

The woman runs out in absolute shame.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have the rest of my birthday to enjoy."

Freya picks up the tail of her long dress and returns to her chambers. "I'm back my love! My love...?"

She notices Eka trembling, her hand covering a part of her skin.

"My love... I have it, the crow disease."

"You were fine just a while ago."

"I don't know what happened." She begins to cry, and the princess runs over to hug her.