110 Find You a Husband!
Princess Shira put down her jagged sword on the table and went to look for the queen.
She found Freya sitting in a balcony alone. Freya's red hair was braided in a long fishtail down her back with some tendrils left out around her heart-shaped face.
The black gown Freya wore was fitted well to her body, showing her tall slim figure.
The wind blew the small red waves of hair out of the queen's face and Freya leaned over the edge, staring at the wilted and dried out plants below.
Shira didn't know how to comfort her; sensitivity wasn't exactly her speciality.
"It wasn't the result you wanted," Shira said.
"Hm?" Freya stood up and wiped a small tear from her rosy cheek, "No... it wasn't."
"If Sebastian was here he'd have that traitor's head in an instant," Freya frowned, "Why don't they listen to me?"