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[liesthehead]

@cfdepths || Freyja

She had heard she was here, had heard she was alive- but it was another thing entirely to see her in person. Dorothea's immediate wish was to pull Freyja into an embrace, to reassure herself that she was not a ghost. "Freyja, cousin- sister-" Is it relief or upset bubbling up? Relief that she is safe, that she has come home. Upset that she left at all. Anger, sadness, joy, elation, all entwined in her chest. "You have come back."

[liesthehead]

@cfdepths | freyja

"I had some tea sent up." Dorothea placed said tray onto the table. "Are you hungry?" She poured two cups of the hot liquid, making one of them the way Freyja preferred to take hers. Dorothea had always been skilled at remembering how people liked their tea- how much milk, how many sugars, if they preferred honey. The little things that were noticeable. "Or a bath- I could have them heat up the water for you." Since the princess had returned from the dungeons the queen had been keeping a close eye on her- and had been reminding her of the simple comforts afforded to them as royalty.

[swansuponledas]

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FREYJA HAD LEFT. UNDER the cover of darkness, she had decided that royalty was not what she wanted. Idunna had not known the true reasons, of course, but seeing her adopted sister now, in Scotland, was a shock. A mix of emotions would surge through her upon seeing the familiar face, but she did not let any of them show. A neutrality towards the situation would be what Idunna showed to the older woman.

They had spoken a few times since the inital shock of the situation had worn off, but of course under the pretenses that no one else should know. Idunna remained puzzled as to why, but she did not voice that part yet. "Freyja." She would say as she entered the room. The usual one where they met. "You have asked for me again?" She glanced around. It was nothing special, a simple room. Nothing suspicious.