Freya pulled Evanora into the other room. Her hand is gripping Evanora's wrist tightly but she doesn't look like she cares. She glared down at her and asked, "What in the bloody hell are you saying?"
Evanora looked afraid of Freya but she didn't back down. "Freya, I don't think a war is necessary. We are living just fine. Why do we have to join the war?"
"Fine?" Freya was trying her best not to shout at Evanora while their mother was in the other room. "You call this fine? This should be ours! It was supposed to be our kind who are ruling, not them!" She said in a restrained yet angry tone while gesturing her hand around them.
"Freya, no one is ruling!" Evanora's voice held fire in it. She might be afraid of Freya earlier but it was obvious that she was someone that wouldn't let others step on her. She has a voice and she will let it be heard.
