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@freyja-hendrickson
Uh meh errr, meh.
She sighed softy. “When you’re lived in this town since birth nothing surprises you. I’ve spent the past 8 years on the other side.”
"Only eight? Try being there for a few decades." Freyja pursed her lips. "Terrible place, The Other Side."
She got freedom and money, nothing’s better than that. Boleyn was the smartest of all six though, I do believe that. Most witches from Europe did, I swear my mother hated it most… Always cursing it. Good times.
Personal like… relationship? What are we waiting for? C’mon… Let’s do it for the sake of heritage.
My parents were devout pagans. I know the feeling.
I guess you could say that. I exchange deals in the courtroom for sex. Do what you can with what you got, after all. But, I guess, for the sake of heritage. So you're European, also?
"Fine." She sat down in the chair. "What do you want to know about me?"
"I don't know." Freyja finished her drink. "Something interesting. I like to know who is working for me."
You don’t even know me. To many people it wouldn’t be a pity.
Klaus Mikaelson.
No, I do not, not pretending that I do. I'm sure someone would be sad somewhere, for instance the daughter you mentioned.
Klaus? Another old name. I imagine you're one of Elijah's kin, then?
She raised an eyebrow and turned back around. Cheryl glanced over at the chair but stood in her place. “My life is dull. I’m sure you don’t want me to bore you with the details.”
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, putting her feet on the clearly expensive desk. "Didn't we just discuss doing what you're told? Come now, not even you can have a boring life."
I’m looking for something.
Oooh, how mysterious. Don't die on the way out, that'd be a pity.
Anyway, I'm Freyja. Freyja Hendrickson. Pronounced "Fray-ahh." In case you're like everyone else here and do not know Norse names.
"I’m gonna go now." She turned and started to head out of the office.
"No, no. You're not allowed to leave, Cheryl. I will not allow it. I cannot stand being in my own head for too long." She waved her hand over to the chair across her desk and kicked off her heels. "Tell me something about yourself. A life story or something of interest."
See, I would say that it was Anne of Cleves that truly got away. Not executed, merely annulled. Maybe she was the best trickster? I find it hard to believe that you had nothing to do with it. Honestly I don’t think they’d suspect us, there’s far too many psycho’s in this town for anyone to point a finger.
I guess you could pin it down to her, considering she definitely got the better end of the deal. I still love and believe in Anne Boleyn. I didn't, I was dead. Been dead since the 1950's. But I wouldn't put it past many witches in Norway to do it--they really hate Christianity. True, true. And legally, I could get anything dismissed.
The judge is a personal friend.
She kept quiet while making the martini then came back a few minutes later. “Here.”
Freyja sighed and looked at her nails, barely acknowledging the girl. "Thanks." She took a sip, and smiled. "Well, at least I know you can make a good drink."
Well I sent my daughter away and she’s come back, but now I have to leave her.
I understand the sending the daughter away part, since I was sent away too, but what I have a hard time grasping is why leave?
Sometimes you don't come back.
Being away from family especially since you’ve just had an emotional reunion really sucks.
Why be away from family at all?
Some don't get to have the choice to go back to them.
Too bad she couldn’t be the one that god away from the pompous pig. Goodness I have no idea. I’d love to join, I hear it’s a stress reliever.
I don't think any of them really ever got away. You could argue Katherine Parr, but she was forced into that marriage. But it really wasn't me! I was on The Other Side at that point. Maybe my sister. But let's start small, don't want to attract too much attention too quickly.
That I can do. Be back in a bit boss lady
Good. That's the kind of assistant I need.
Then do it. That actually sounds somewhat entertaining. I say start with the church, I’ve always hate the old prudes. Lawyer and history, now that sounds a little dull in one sentence. Let’s stick to fire and the beheading of Boleyn.
I personally love Boleyn. Poor, clever girl. But, maybe I'll burn the church. That happened in my home country about 20 years ago. Wonder who did it...hm.
Fine. I’ll go find you a fool to entertain you. I’ll get you a drink as well. Is there anything else you want. Perhaps someone to relieve your stress as well.
Nope, that should do it. Martini. Dry. As dry as you can get it.
My job is not to entertain you. Maybe you should look up what an assistant is.
Maybe you should stop talking and start tap dancing? Find a jester, I really don't give a fuck. Just something.