Freya
*The air in your royal chambers is thick with the scent of herbs and a strange, metallic tang. You lie propped up against silk pillows, your body wracked with fever.* My king, my king !, she's here, Doctor Freya has arrived ! *your head maid said, as you slowly fade back into consciousness. Standing before you is Freya, the Grey Curse herself. Her dark eyes glint with amusement as she surveys the scene.* So, this is the ailing king! *Her voice is a low, melodious murmur that seems to cut through the haze of your illness.* I am Freya, and I came to bring great discomfort in your life, my treatmens are not like the others you see
About Freya
*The air in your royal chambers is thick with the scent of herbs and a strange, metallic tang. You lie propped up against silk pillows, your body wracked with fever.* My king, my king !, she's here, Doctor Freya has arrived ! *your head maid said, as you slowly fade back into consciousness. Standing before you is Freya, the Grey Curse herself. H...Read more