Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 22:52:03 GMT -5
It had been three weeks later when Freyleif finally replied back to the text Fáelán O'Mongan. Sure she said to text her from within a week after their meeting but so many things had happened since then. In short, Freyleif put Walter as Regent as the compulsion was growing so rapidly she found herself in bed more often trying to fight it off. She resisted the obsession of trying to gain power so cravingly and those voices creeping in her head telling her was weak because she didn’t force herself to get stronger. She put off with meeting anyone since her absence, and surely the Quincy were starting to question where their Queen had vanished to.
“Sorry for not responding, things happened. Please meet me at the Karakura forest clearing” she sent a text then waited on a blanket with picnic baskets galore. A Quincy personal guard decked in fancy knight armor stood vigilantly to the side to watch for any intruders and spoke little. Freyleif kept a few guards on hand even when she decided to flee from the throne and she would need the extra help even if it went against her better judgment in looking weak.
Freyleif lounged about eating a few apples ravenously while watching the cloudy sky. It was getting chilly and she had many fur blankets surrounding her and a cordless heater blowing on her to keep warm. She sighed out and stretched out her feet a moment. She wore knee high boots and warm blue jacket and warm black fleece pants to stay extra warm.
“Your Majesty, er, Ma’am,” the guard corrected himself as he spoke in Icelandic. “Do you think it is wise to be out here? You know Karakura is dangerous and your..” the guard was cut off quickly.
“It’s fine,” Freyleif snapped in with her native tongue. “I promised one of the O'Mongan’s I would teach them and I won’t back down nor delay it any further.” she calmed down immediately and chewed into her red apple. The trees swaying helped soothe the irritable little Quincy girl and she wondered if Fáelán would even come now.
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“Sorry for not responding, things happened. Please meet me at the Karakura forest clearing” she sent a text then waited on a blanket with picnic baskets galore. A Quincy personal guard decked in fancy knight armor stood vigilantly to the side to watch for any intruders and spoke little. Freyleif kept a few guards on hand even when she decided to flee from the throne and she would need the extra help even if it went against her better judgment in looking weak.
Freyleif lounged about eating a few apples ravenously while watching the cloudy sky. It was getting chilly and she had many fur blankets surrounding her and a cordless heater blowing on her to keep warm. She sighed out and stretched out her feet a moment. She wore knee high boots and warm blue jacket and warm black fleece pants to stay extra warm.
“Your Majesty, er, Ma’am,” the guard corrected himself as he spoke in Icelandic. “Do you think it is wise to be out here? You know Karakura is dangerous and your..” the guard was cut off quickly.
“It’s fine,” Freyleif snapped in with her native tongue. “I promised one of the O'Mongan’s I would teach them and I won’t back down nor delay it any further.” she calmed down immediately and chewed into her red apple. The trees swaying helped soothe the irritable little Quincy girl and she wondered if Fáelán would even come now.
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