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Happy #nationalpetday to these three fur babies. Don't know what I'd do without them keeping me busy😀 #MaverickDean #FreyaRose #ThorOdin

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Fantastic evening at the Launch with Ian Stuart Bridal and The Blew Coat

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Counting heels! Getting ready to be inlaid with mother if pearl #couture #shoes #freyarose #freyaroseshoes

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Quick trip to view the #freyarose #hanami collection - hand embroidered in London!

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An Excerpt: Prisoner 115

This is a small excerpt from our collaborative project, Prisoner 115.

Of course, we avoid death. To know something is inevitable is one thing. To accept, to truly feel it... that's different.

— Michael Haneke

I wake in a panic because I know, dimly but with certainty that I shouldn’t have woken today.

Because, yesterday, I was dead.

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An Excerpt: Untitled

This an excerpt from Ace Soleil, one half of the dynamic duo that is Freya Rose, from a work in progress, as of yet untitled.

I dragged myself the remaining block to our street, a ways down from where the entire neighborhood had gathered to observe the spectacle. The fire department was battling down the blaze. My father stood at the center of a circle of his associates sobbing out--his wife, his wife was still in there and where, where was his daughter, for he simply couldn’t bear to lose his entire family.

A man--I could only describe him as a dark man, dressed in a dark suit, with dark hair, and the most unsettling dark eyes-- broke away then from the circle of commiserators, approaching me. “Miss Ainsley.” His voice was like the grating of broken glass in my ears. “Please come along, if you would. Your father is quite distraught and may be comforted by your presence.”

His hand fell upon my shoulder. It took everything in me not to shy away; his hand was huge, heavy, and cold like stone. “If you would come along,” he repeated, and all but dragged me to the center of the crowd, where my father stood wailing and moaning and ever so graciously accepting the condolences of our kind neighbors.

“Fenmore,” my father cried and took me into his arms, cradling my head against his chest. And again, I felt with an uncanny certainty that my life had taken a turn for the worst because this man was not my father. For my father never called me Fenmore and would not be standing outside crying for his wife who had burned to death in a dark t-shirt that smelled faintly of gasoline.

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An Excerpt: Chronicles of Luminia

This is an excerpt from Aubrey Simone, one half of the duo that is Freya Rose, from her work in progress, Chronicles of Luminia: The Last Prince

  "'The plan goes as expected. Luminia's line of succession is wiped out but for the Fifth Prince, whom you will encounter in the mountains of Cardeth. Capture him, and the world that we have strived for will be within our grasp. - Slade.'"

Rian choked, and snatched the letter from me with shaking hands. I ached for him, and when he looked to me, I couldn't help the sorrow that pooled in my stomach. "I am sorry, Highness."

The prince shook his head. "No, this isn't right, it isn't! My family can't be...They aren't dead!" He crumpled the paper and threw it away from him as though it had burned his fingers, and then clenched his hands at his sides and glared. "We go back to Luminia. I won't let this lie frighten me away."

"Highness, we can't go back there now," I denied. "Your safety is our first priority, and—"

"You are duty-bound to obey me, are you not, Allona?"

His question rankled, but I nodded nonetheless. "For life."

"Then you will take me back to Luminia," he ordered, jabbing a finger in the direction of the crumpled letter, "and we will see that that is a lie."