A Walk Through the Trees (Frey x Albrecht, Closed)

The winter brought solace to the young blonde as she traversed through the woods with the sound of crunching her boots gave when treading through the snow. Her blended robed personal guard following in her printed steps saying not a word as his hood glanced about making sure there were no threats lurking above or below the tree lines. Freyleif, of course, wearing a fur-trimmed white mantle with a green jacket with a hood, a wool scarf wrapped around her neck, and winter baggy pants to protect her against the chilling element.

Freyleif enjoyed the complete silence in the woods with not even a peep from the birds or animals, though she did find some deer tracks along the way heading southwards. Finally, the two stopped at a log and the girl brushed away the line of snow before taking a seat to rest while her guard remained to stand. He slipped a thermos cup out from his robe and handed it towards the girl.

“You need to keep warm if you’re going to be wandering out here.” the guard spoke with concern laced tone.

“I know, I know, I’m not that weak.” Freyleif replied with a smirk before unclipping the lid and took a sip. The warm rush of hot chocolate brought some color to her pale cheeks. “Thank you.” she exhaled and watched her icy breath through the cold air.

Freyleif felt a tiny ting in the back of her head, looking about she could have swore she felt a familiar reiatsu signature barreling like an arrow towards them. Even her guard sensed it too then quickly moved before Freyleif protectively, a ginto prepared in his hand concealed in the robe.

Freyleif peeked around the tall Quincy male to see Albrecht padding towards them with his hand up showing he was not hostile. “I know this man,” Freyleif commented in Icelandic before standing up, the guard immediately moving away from her view.

The teen gave a humorless chuckle at the words Albrecht reminded her of. Though she did not expect him to come looking for her even if Luna had also visited her at the flower shop, she still pondered if returning as Queen would be a good idea. After all, she wanted the Quincy to thrive but she had her own problems she refused to share with most of her kin in fear of being return with harsh words of her weakness.

Her eyebrow rose at his next choice of words: he needed help, one certainly she already could feel from peeking into his soul. She brought the thermos to her lips to take a quiet sip as she continued to listen and mull over his words in why she left. The young Quincy slowly lowered her cup afterward letting the silence hang then narrowed her eyes at Albrecht before handing the thermos over to her guard to take.

“Ah, I knew someone would be coming for me sooner or later. Many questions they want from me ‘fleeing’ the throne, but anyway...” she lowered down, instantly a stool materialized underneath her. She discarded her reasons for leaving the castle to focus on him instead. No need to bring up her problems, she thought. Then she noticed it; staring at his red eye as it bore on her then the conflicting energy swirling inside him.

“I’ll be fine, Sven, though it’s best you left us alone for now.” Freyleif glanced back towards her guard. The man bowed before disappearing without a trace. “Now then, there is obviously something you want from me?” she put up a plastic smile and placed one leg over the other as she made herself comfortable on the stool. Everyone needed something from her - it became fair being the most powerful Quincy second to Weylin in terms of skills. The Quincy needed training and she knew helping them would garner some growth, she hoped, even if she herself needed to gather knowledge.

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Strength. The Quincy male needed a push to his strengths; moreso, he needed her help in pushing his limits. The girl’s eyes did not leave his as he spoke and rose his hand to point out he had more to say. Freyleif placed one leg over the other while keeping all ears on her friend’s tale. He further explained his reasoning why he came searching for her: that kindle that burned out of her soul and leaving the childish want of the throne.

Albrecht’s words streamed with concern and sincerity behind them from what she could be gleaned from. He wanted to rekindle her own flame back to that inferno that inspired hope for the Quincy kind, and perhaps himself fueled on her energy like coal to a furnace. A short pause came to a close and the blonde Quincy considered those words over and over to convey them back. Did the Quincy really need a child leader? To follow a girl whose dream were nothing but a fantasy in her realm. The Quincy still held the silly notion of blood purity among their family, one Weylin abolished before her, but with her, as Queen, most of the Clan's members refused to stop their infighting.

The more she zoomed on the internal affairs of the Quincy the more she saw the festering cancer that was breaking apart her people. Freyleif let out an exhale that misted out in the cold air and continued to listen with interest. She felt the ever looming lambast that she previously received from Luna three days ago now coming back to her in the form of this wolf-Quincy. She shuddered where this conversation was going to be headed soon enough.

Weak. Yes, the Quincy were weak, why? They constantly saw themselves better; this showed itself in the form of Cressida Schade challenging Weylin by listening to her rumor that the King is a tyrant. Perhaps she should've kept her mouth shut than warning the  Quincy such things. Even her own problems reared its head in the form of her obsession Erasmus inflicted inside her soul and it grew to the point of an malignant cancer. She could not think then with her goals being the forefront of her thoughts. Afterward, it just left her feeling empty in a void pit. She wanted to be better than Weylin but it was just a childish dream in the end.

The teen closed her eyes and reeled herself inside her mind's eye; an inferno igniting inside a dark land and forming into a mighty dragon lounging over a mountain top. Soon a tiny white wolf formed in a grassy field below and grew and grew half the size of the mighty dragon and spoke in the words Albrecht relayed. The she-dragon met eye to eye with the wolf-beast and with every word the wolf conveyed the dragon weighed its emotional state to judge what he felt inside.

Freyleif reopened her eyes with a dusty rose sheen for a split second, seeing the world in a different light now as the land around her glimmered with high-density hues with white of the snow, the browns of the trees, and Albrecht’s own energy as she saw he as the wolf-beast before her.

He saw the bitter truth that might happen if the Quincy did not follow through progression. Good, she thought, he understood the gravity of the situation sprawling forth that their kind must overcome. The wolf’s voice rose with such distinctive boom, voicing that justice must be done and the pack needed a leader. Freyleif did not flinch with the different array of colors that blinked around the wolf’s emotions she conveyed from him. She remained silent throughout the whole ordeal as Albrecht had much to get out.

“Sometimes childish dreams collapse before you suddenly realize it's a bad idea anyway,” Freyleif’s voice broke out the silence finally. “My whimsical ideals doomed us all in the end.“ she somberly sighed out and looked up to the cloudy sky.

“There’s nothing to hide,” she eyed the wolf before her with a calm tone. “You found me easily with my presence leaking out. I won’t turn away my kin if they need training or they feel lost themselves. You’re not the first to question why I left. I am nothing in the end, why? People only see me as some strong warrior they can huddle around, and that’s all.” her hand placed on her stomach from a momentary pain as she felt nausea coming forth and quickly tried to suppress it.


Family comes first, she wanted to say. The she-dragon had her own clutch to take care of unbeknown to the wolf. She did admire the wolf’s gusto on the whole Alexander and the Gordian Knot to break through, but could she lead with her family on the line? They were far more precious than leading and she was far too young to take the burden to wear the crown. In the end of it all, she was just a puppet Queen and she detests that notion over her head. Aitrus did not treat her any better and she had no power to really defend her people in the long run.

“Do you still see me as Queen, Albrecht?” the question was far than simple and she wondered what the wolf would reply back as.

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The wolf had a lot more to say, or bark really. Her focus narrowed on him with furrowed brow and contemplation - hand on her chin as she listened until he got to the meat of things. All she could sense was conflicting anger; whether to her or himself, she still flittered through his emotions using her spiritual senses.

His words were the bitter truth. Everything hunted her kin and even the spiritualist like Jian were causing so much trouble, but the world indeed threw its weight on her and refused to listen to her whims. She did not like the idea of having to hurt her own kin, and that notion only coming up due to her obsession for the crown. There could not be a happy world she envisioned nr a fantastical fantasyland people would be able to escape to, there always had to be some threat out there looming over humankind in doom and despair.

Freyleif gave an exhale and straighten up on her seat as the Quincy had more to say. She wondered if they even needed some leader to lead and guide them now as many of her kin were weak and needed that firm hand to train them. Though he may be inspiring her with this grandeur of a future she needed to look deeply into, she still needed to care for herself and her family - it would be too much to take in; one to care for the Quincy the other of her new family’s life coming soon.

Finally, he got to the point of her question: she was no Queen to him. A smile graced her lips despite all the bitter, inspiring, and heartfelt words he spewed out to get her to understand. Her spiritual energy remained stilled and hidden within her soul - not letting him see her own emotions boiling inside on how she truly felt.

“If you were truly my Knight, you would follow me to any path regardless where I fell. Though would you still be there with or without a crown on my pretty head?” Freyleif said with a droning tone. “But it does show that you do care and why you are out here. You wanting to voice your concerns just like the previous Quincy that came to me. I understand they are upset with me putting an old man to keep the throne warm.” she added standing up slowly.

The teen took a step forward to pat her friend on the shoulder in a not condescending way and gave a grin. “You want the truth, huh?” she said keeping that smile and sparkle in her eyes as she looked into his, he would find out later anyway. “I simply chose my family to protect than my childish dream for now,” she shook her head and waved her hand causing the soul-synthesis stool to return to particles and nature. “Now are you here to be trained or do you have any more to say?” she said with jovially laced words, took a step back and interlaced her fingers behind her back and waited patiently.


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