A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 2 Freya

She held on to Dorotheas hand as they walked towards the throne room. Her father had been gone for a few weeks, and she looked forward to seeing him. A light skip in the five year olds steps took her forward, a low hum of a melody she had learned in class a week before.

"Stop that Freya." Dorothea scolded her and the skipping stopped. "That is no way a Lady acts."

"Sorry Governes." Freya looked down, her blond hair falling before her face.

"Good." She bent down before Freya and lifted her hair to the side. "We need to wash your hair after this, it starts to get dirty again."

"Yes Governes." Freya looked up at her. Her eyes crystal blue, her hair light blond. Far from the hay colour Freya had. "Can I see Father now?"

"Of course." Her hand creased Freya's chin and the two walked forward again. Ending up in the grand throne room. She felt so small here. The room with its grand arched ceiling, white stone floors, gold details, large windows out in the sunlit garden. And there on a raised podium, the two thrones. One smaller, slender. Decorated with vines and flowers, always empty, waiting for its master. The other, larger, in dark oak, carved with roses, highlighted with gold and gems. Her father stood before it, talking to an unknown male.

"Father!" She called and ran towards him. Holding on to his legs tightly.

"Hi Rosebud." Tamlin lifted her up, just for a moment. She held onto him. "I need to continue working now." He placed her down but Freya held on to his leg, something told her to stay at his side. A feeling that grew there inside of her.

"I am sorry, my High Lord." Dorothea said and took Freya's arm, guiding her away from her father. "She ran faster than I had time to react."

"A strong one." The unknown male said, Freya looked up at him. Tall, dark eyes and hair. Dressed in similar clothes to her father, but still not. "So this is Freya?"

"Yes, this is her." Freya looked down, "The highlight of my life." A small smile came to her lips, her father adored her, she knew that.

"A bit small for her age." The male kneeled down infront of her. "Sure that she will grow up?" She knitted her brows together.

"I am only five." She raised her hand, showing him her five fingers. "Father told me that I need to be this much before I am grown up." She lifted her other hand too, opening and closing her fingers to show him two sets of ten fingers.

"I see." The male got up. "She is quite talkative."

"I know." Her father turned to Dorothea. "She is being tutored by the best."

"I hope so. No future wife of mine can lack in her education."

"I can assure you Lord Escar, Freya will be more than fit to be your wife one day. If you accept the offer." Freya looked between the grown ups. What were they talking about?

"It is a good offer..." The male looked back down at her, and this time Freya took a step back, ending up clinging to Dorotheas skirts. "But I will need to see her when she grows up. If she truly is the beauty you claim she will be."

"I see." Her father nodded. "Come, we have other matters to discuss."

"Come here Freya, say bye to father now." Freya waved a hand before they walked away. But the conversation stuck to the little girl. Deep in thought she followed her Governess as they walked back to her room. The strong scent of roses and lilies filled it and Freya wrinkled her nose as she held back a sneeze. Her room was always filled with flowers, even when she said that it bothered her. "Let me help you change." Dorothea removed the pink court dress, and made sure to give her a simpler one to have on. Freya obeyed every command as Dorothea made her ready to wash her hair.