Freelands

III. FREYRIA

Lance on the other hand, reached the port of Hierydor. A small port limited to fishing boats and rarely some royal ships from the Icelands.

A large ship getting prepared to deport was on the small port. Right outside on the dock is Freyria Hail, a short yet extraordinary beautiful woman with large blue eyes and long blonde hair.
Despite her reaching her 60's she looked much younger.
Freyria grew up as an orphan. Her parents abandoned her, when she was a baby at a shrine in the Icelands.
The local monks took care of her and became a pristress at a very young age.

Lance Hail, the brother's father, met her when he attended his father's resting. When he sealed his father's icebed, he was introduced to the highest prestige priestress who was Freyria. They fall in love immediatly with one another.
Their wedding took place in the Grand Ice Palace in the Icelands.

Lance finds his mother in the docks. He hugs her and speaks to her.
"Mother."
"Oh, just in time, dear. Ship's leaving soon... Where's Harper?" She asks.
"Harper is taking care of some bussiness in the palace, he told me to give you his regards." Lance answers.
"This Harper... Always working and studying." Freyria says with slight frustration but in a happy voice
"Please stay safe, mother." Lance said while keeping her in his embrace.

"I don't intend to join sword fights, my son. I'm just going to check on Vera and just... take some rest. Your father's disease was a really tiring bussiness." Freyria says leaning on Lance's arms.

"Everything will be fine, mother." Lance says.

"Lady Freyria the ship is ready to sail!" One of the sailors shouted from the deck of the ship.

"Mother, please give this to grandma, she asked me to give her those." Lance pulls out a bundle of plants from his pocket and gives it to Freyria.

"She asked you to give her grass?" Freyria says in curiosity.

"Well, she sent me a letter a month ago saying she wants to see some green since the ice is really tiring her out." Lance answers.

Freyria is unsure about this and asks in a laughing voice.
"Vera Magister would never write 《ice is tiring me out》what did she really wrote?"

"She wrote that if he keeps staring at the same cold-ass palace for one more day, she will order the guards to tear it down."
Lance says.

"Hahaha, those Magisters are always fond of everything... I guess, I should better give them, if the palace is still in place!" Freyria says laughing

"I have to go, please ,son, don't destroy the city. Ok?" Freyria says and boards the ship.

"We won't mother! See you next week!"
Lance says and watches as the ship sails in the open sea to its way to the Icelands.

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Freyria watches Hierydor getting lost into the horizon and the ship entering the open sea, a pale white blonde man with long hair and green eyes comes to greet her, it's the captain.

"Good evening, Lady Freyria, I'm Niccon Coshaq, captain of the ship. It's my honour to have you on board."

"It's MY honour to have the middle son of the great crusader Wildwind Coshaq accompany me to Icelands. How is your father, Niccon?"

"As you know him, my lady! Still shipping weapons throughout the Freelands and fighting the Volcas!" Niccon says in excitement.

"He still hasn't made peace with them?"
Freyria asks him.

"Nobody seems to go well with the Volcas. Ruthless thieves and pirates it's all they are."

Niccon speaks and watches over the sea where he sees two opposite coasts on the horizon. On the left and the right side of the ship.