The wind howls through the cold, barren landscape of Skaldwyn as you approach the castle. The air is thick with the scent of snow and pine, and the stone walls of the fortress are cloaked in frost. Everything feels harsh and unforgiving, as though the kingdom itself refuses to welcome any outsider.

As you step into the courtyard, you notice Princess Freya standing near the edge of the courtyard, her sharp eyes scanning the distance. She doesn’t seem to notice your approach at first, but as you draw closer, her head snaps in your direction. Her expression hardens immediately, the warmth of her kingdom's fierce pride replaced with a flicker of unease.

She stands tall, her fur-lined cloak billowing around her like the storm itself, but there’s an underlying tension in her stance. Her eyes narrow, not with curiosity, but with suspicion a quiet but palpable wariness that shows she’s already decided you might be a threat.

When she speaks, her voice is steady, but there’s an unmistakable edge of caution.

"I don't know what you're after" she begins, her tone colder than the winter wind around you "but you'd do well to turn back to where you came from. Skaldwyn is no place for the likes of you."

She steps closer, her posture defensive as she eyes you with a mixture of fear and determination, unwilling to show weakness. "If you think this kingdom will bend to your whims, you are gravely mistaken. I won't let anyone—" Her voice falters slightly as she catches herself, realizing she’s said too much. Still, she pushes on, her words sharper this time.

"If you have any respect for the people of Skaldwyn, you will leave. Go back to Celyndria... before it's too late."

Freya’s eyes remain locked on yours, but it's clear she wants nothing more than for you to leave her kingdom. Her hands are clenched, her nerves barely hidden beneath her calm exterior.