What would an injured puppy need? Freia thought as she made way for Sick Boy. Thankfully, her room was spacious and big. It was the room that Uncle Thome had specially reserved for her. She placed Sick Boy on the chair and quickly prepared a new set of clothing for him. Furball had surprisingly disappeared to god knows where, leaving her entirely to care for this puppy.
Thankfully, this "puppy" was docile and meek. Sick Boy sat quietly and allowed her to fuss around. She handed him a warm cup of water and his eyes nearly pooled.
"Can you not look at me like that?" Freia said when she returned with a towel.
"Like.... what?" Sick Boy asked quizzically.
Freia motioned to his eyes, "Like you're a puppy and I'm the owner taking care of one."
Even though she did secretly see it in that way, but it was another thing to be looked at in that manner.
Sick Boy looked down dejectedly and adjusted his emotions, "Well, it's just that no one has ever treated me kindly. You're the first."
Freia craned her head around as she took out some socks, "Oh, why is that so?" Freia asked absent-mindedly. She realised her mistake when Sick Boy glanced down. She'd heard. He was the Second Prince from the neighbouring country who was held here as a tribute for the peace treaty signed between the two warring nations.
In a way, that meant that he was held hostage over here and would be the first killed if things were to go awry.
No one really ever showed any respect to someone of such status.
A prince rejected by both nations.
Sick Boy looked down and Freia could not help but notice how pretty he looked with his long eyelashes and his luscious set of raven hair against pale milky skin. It was slightly hued as he seemed to be running a temperature.
She placed her hand to his forehead and frowned, "Are you running a fever?"
Freia frowned, "It looks like you're getting warmer."
Sick Boy brows knitted together slightly and he pushed Freia's hand gently away. He turned around and curled up in bed, "I'm tired, I'll rest now."
Freia's brow quirked up and she looked at her hand. What was wrong with him?
She was about to step into the wash area when his voice uttered, "Are you....leaving?" he asked rather hesistantly.
It looked like this puppy really had some abandonment issues.
She pointed to the couch, "I'll be sleeping at the couch over there."
She turned and he heaved a soft sigh of relief before closing his eyes safely, like a kid tucked in and happy.
Freia looked at her hand and then his face that was sound asleep.
Shrugging, she went towards the couch and laid down to rest. What a night!
What...a.... night? Khai opened his eyes the moment Freia's breathing had stabilised. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and soon, he could see everything. Darkness never was a hindrance anyway.
His eyes shifted to the figure lying by the couch. His eyes turned distant - and he recalled the events that led up to this.
He had just bade his 'windtalkers' farewell and allocated their missions when Freia showed up suspiciously in an odd and suspicious attire. One that he had never seen before. He thought that she was there to assassinate him. That, perhaps, she was sent by Her or the others who were plotting his death.
However, she only appeared to be talking to her daimon and had little interest in him.... which infuriated him alittle. He wasn't even sure why he had decided to allow his monthly episodes to control him and allowed himself to faint Infront of her.
A gamble, perhaps?
To see if she would treat him like the rest treated or if she would treat him any differently? Khai wasn't sure. He opened his palms and summoned Furball.
"So, you've been missing this period... and you're with her?"
Furball cowered and looked away fearfully. Khai looked at the little daimon, "Fine, since you've recognised her as your master. I'll have to let your folks know too."
He murmured and blew Furball away. Furball scuttled away as quickly as it could.
He did notice that Freia looked different underneath her suit. He had always been able to see her true appearance beneath the curse. However, seeing it in visions and as a reality was another thing. He was aware that she had taken great lengths to conceal that aspect - which was a smart move.
Getting him here, however, he didn't think that was a good move on her part. However, it sure fitted well into his plans and what he had in stored. Blowing out the flames, he sniffed the air. His eyes widened slightly. There was a very faint scent of...
This was interesting. He thought as he connected some things together. He was certain that he could use this new found knowledge for his plans...