~If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable~
-Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Freya hurried after her maid as her maid lead her to the spot she had chanced upon the second prince. Freya hoped she was not too late to catch him and perhaps make acquaintance of him personally. Freya didn't believe for even a second that she could not win over the second prince of Dalagh, what was there that a man could want in a woman that she did not posses? With her knee length brown hair, slanted eyes and pouty lips, Freya was indeed a beautiful woman, perhaps not enough to be among the top 10 in the continent but nevertheless she possessed a seductive kind of beauty that any normal man would find hard if not impossible to resist.
