Freya sat comfortably in her chair, maybe a little to much as she was about to fall asleep until she suddenly heard someone shouting. Her eyes snapped wide open as she listened in, recognizing the princess voice that was calling for her. Her heartbeat quikened suspecting something bad had happened. In an instant she sprung up immediately jogging out the door as fast as she could. She followed Leannas voice until she reached her destination. With shock she stared at the scene, three people on the floor, but as soon she recognized there was blood and from whom it was coming she shivered. Immediately she kneeled down beside Leanna and her son. She would have liked to ask what happened but she could guess as she saw the prince lying not to far off.
Without any hesitation Freya made her way into the room just as Leanna had described. She had to hurry. The more blood Cole lost, the longer the wound stayed open, the higher was the risk for infection. She had to look a little bit before she finally spotted the loose plank, pulling it out with new gained strenght. Freya grabbed the bag nervously untangling the string to take a look inside. She breathed out relieved as she had all the tools she'd need. Quikly running back to her son she sat down infront of him, sprawling the ingredients across the floor. She pulled up her sleeves, no longer caring if anyone would see her scars. She removed the curtains that Leanna had pressed against the wound, rolling up Cole's shirt. The wound seemed just like a slit, not a gaping hole, but it went deep and cause the endless stream of blood. She'd need to check if his internal organs were demaged. Freya threw a very serious almost grim expression towards Leanna.
"You might want to look away." Operating was serious buisness, and not pretty at all. Many people couldn't stomach it, and before anyone else was going to faint on her she'd rather have the princess get away for now even though she seemed to be in more worry than she herself over her son.
As soon she was left to work on her son she checked him from head to toe. Freya tried talking to him who but barely was able to answer her.
"You need to endure. Hear me? Try not to move as much as you can." She instructed him as she nervously threaded the needle. Cole nodded as a sign that he had understood. Before beginning she took a deep breather to calm herself, she went into her professional mode. She was concentrating so much that she barely registered Leannas yell. Cole was busy enough to hear his own ragged breathing as his mother flicked his wound together. After a while the corridor once again became quit. Cole was done, he barely was able to recognize anything around him anymore. Only his half closed eyes showed a sign of him still being concious, somewhat.
Even in this dire situation Leanna was able to bring a small smile on Freyas lips as she gave her son a small kiss on the forehead. Happy that someone was caring this much for him except her. She agreed to Leannas suggestion. Together they carried Cole into the guest room, even though it had proofed a bit difficult. It always hurt a mother to see her child in such pain. Cole's face seemed strained as he kept on groaning as a jolt of pain would run through him. His organs seemed intact, but Freya always feared that she might have overlooked something. She put her hands together in a prayer, squeezing her eyes shut.
Please have mercy god. Don't take my only child away from me.
Leannas voice made her attention turn to her. Freya shook her head to the girls own accusations. She walked over to her putting a hand on her shoulder.
"This isn't your fault. We can't forsee the future, nor can we stop all the horrible things from happening." Freya looked sideways at her son. Her heart heavy she sighed.
"He has a talent for getting in trouble." She chuckled a little before averting her gaze heading for the door.
"If you'll excuse me, I need a breather. Please watch after him while I'm gone." She opened the door.
"Oh! And I'll take care of your brother don't worry." Freya walked out into the corridor, as soon she had closed the door, quit tears began to run down her cheek. She couldn't get used to it, she never would.
Cole in the meantime barely had perceived any of his surrounding. He felt disoriented, the pain damping the voices until he couldn't recognize them anymore. But as time passed he became calmer, his hearing clearer, his pain less, even if just a little. He began to recognize a sound, it sounded very much like the time his mother had cried helpless tears for his father. Cole forced his foggy vision to focus on the person beside him. As he recognized Leanna he felt slightly confused by her. Who was she crying for like this? Her eyes seemed red, looking back with such worry that it gripped at his heart.
Cole pressed a hand against his wound while shoving himself up with the other to sit. His face disorted horribly for a moment as another rush of pain came with the movement, but he didn't falter. Luckily it was gone soon enough, even though it felt like his stomach had been flipped upside down. He sighed reliefed before reaching out with his arm grabbing at the girl infront of him. Cole pulled Leanna closer with his one arm.
"It's okay. I'll be fine. You said so yourself. And a queen is always right. Right?" He chuckled at his own last sentence. He kept holding her, leaning on her a bit to much as he still felt pretty weak.
"There is no need for tears. As I told you. I don't plan on dying just yet. So please..." He paused squeezing her a little tighter with the little strenght he had left.
Cole sounded more troubled by her than by his wound.
"I don't know.." He began to see black dots dance infront of his eyes,
"How to-" His consciousness began to slip away.
"...handle crying..." And suddenly everything turned black. Now only God knew when he would open his eyes again, if there was one to begin with.
Freya in the meantime after haven taken a breather walked up to the tied up prince. Somehow a pathetic sight to be honest. She remembered him as a enthusiastic child back then. But violent? Time changes everything doesn't it? She kneeled down, picking up the dagger with her sons blood on it. Turning it in her hand before looking back at Targus, her reflection glistening dangerously in the blade. A fleeting thought crossing her mind. She put a hand to her face throwing away the dagger. How could she imagen that? She was desperate, angry, sad and torn inside. To much to handle in her condition, but nonetheless she understood how to reason and appeal to her sanity. Just a few meters away something caught her eye. She walked over picking up a ring, immdeiately recognizing the stone embed in it. Her eyebrows furrowed. Tonight Freya had found her resolve to solve the mysterie behind those gems and their curse no matter what. It had to end or else they would destroy each other from within.
((Hope you don't mind I put a pic in there. Felt like drawing something.^^))