Freya's P.O.V.
I frowned, confused. "But I still don't understand what that means!" Not reply. I looked up. Great. He'd disappeared! I pondered over the possible meanings. "Don't understand what?" A curious voice spoke from behind me. Not bothering to turn around, I said simply "What Grandfather means." I heard a laugh. "Oh? And what could he have been implying?" "Well, he was -" I stopped. I never said anything about him meaning anything.
Narrowing my eyes, I turned around, shifting my gaze. No one was there. I threw my hands up in exasperation. "What is it with people disappearing on me today?!" I moaned. "I don't know." A voice whispered in my ear, sliding their arms around me. I knew who it was right then. "And why not?" I said, almost queenly like. "Because I don't." I laughed, turning around and pulling him into a hug. I felt him smile into my hair.
"Well, nor do I." I bit my lip, trying not to smirk. His hand brushed the sensitive skin on the dip in my back, causing me to giggle loudly. "What?" He asked. "I'm ticklish..." I admitted sheepishly. "Oh? Really? Well, I wonder what we can do about that." My eyes widened, but it was too late. I let out a loud scream, laughing at the same time.
"Not...funny!" I breathed, pausing to laugh in between. "I fail to see how this is not amusing!" He replied cheekily. "Well...you...try it!" I said, trying to push him off of me. "I'm not to strong for you, am I, princess?" I blushed. Shaking my head, I said slyly "Oh no, just saving up my energy for revenge." I leant up and kissed him fiercely. "He responded, and things got heated quickly.
I pulled away suddenly, and got up. He whined. "Unfair!" He protested, pouting. I shook my head in glee. "Oh, no it's not. Just what you deserve, princy. Now come on, we need to get you done up for dinner." He shook his head, childishly. I had to admit, it was very cute! "Yes! Come on, or I'm dragging your royal ass up there personally!" He pondered over this for a minute. "Guess you're going to have to come and get me then, aren't you?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Wow, a king-to-be with sass. I wonder how your Father will like that!" He rolled his eyes. "Like I'd care! You seem to have plenty of it, and it hasn't killed you yet!" I snorted. Fair point, had to agree with that. "Looks like I've rubbed off on you!" He snickered. "Yeah, in more ways than one!" I shook my head, laughing. "Dirty boy!" He just shrugged. You have no idea...I said to myself. You really have no idea. "Now come on, stop playing games!" He looked at me. "But, what if I like this game..." He whispered softly, and I had to strain to hear him, keeping my focus on his lips. Damn boy.
