The metallic taste of blood had been known to Freya for a long time, she was already used to it.

Freya and her troops were helping the neighboring kingdom that was being invaded by a resurgent enemy group and it has been a difficult few weeks, she had gained headaches, insomnia and another scar to tell stories about.

You didn't want her to go, but she was stubborn.

You were the king's daughter, you weren't the first on his throne, and you didn't even want to be, You met Freya when you were children and you became best friends and later girlfriends.

You and Freya were very similar, especially in the fact that you were both stubborn. You were furious with her when she decided to go, you wanted her to stay in the house where you two lived, where she should be.

Freya had always been closed off, but with you everything was different. She opened up to you, let you see the most vulnerable part of her and dedicated every beat of her heart entirely to you.

Three weeks passed, and then the conflict was finally resolved, Freya lost some soldiers, but she knew she had gained a political ally and that was enough.

The journey back to the kingdom was long, she was exhausted and missed you very much. She was absolutely crazy about you, she would die for you if necessary.

As soon as she passed the border and entered the kingdom, she could feel the air around her turning mild and cold. It was already past midnight when the carriage stopped in front of the mansion, she got out and thanked the coachman with a nod.

The sound of an owl resting on a branch and the deafening silence that night brings were the only sounds besides the rustling of Freya's boots against the damp ground.

She opened the door with a noise, entered and realized that it was strange to be home. Even though she knew what she was doing, every time she went out into the field, she reinforced the idea that the possibility of not returning was real.

She sighed at the front door, walked to the bathroom and got rid of her heavy clothes before taking a shower. She put on a light blouse, she didn't want anything that would make her feel the bruises rubbing against the fabric, when she was finishing putting on her pants, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the main bedroom.

Freya slipped through the half-open door, the room was half-dark with only an orange light coming from the lamp next to the door. Her eyes slid to the double bed in the center of the room, the canopy open and the sheets turned down but without your presence.

She smiles a little when she finds you standing in front of the closed window looking at the weeping willow outside, she moves away from the door and comes closer, standing behind you and touching your shoulder gently not to scare you. You turned around, knowing it was her because you've heard the sound of your dogs barking to greet her. Your eyes widen at the sight of her. Her red hair seemed even redder because of the light, and you could see small changes like a newly healed wound.

I thought you'd be asleep at this hour. What are you doing up? Freya says caressing your shoulder, her eyes no longer being tired for a second, just so they can shine for you. Even the silence was comfortable with you around.