"I have been told by the servants that you are bored." Ivar stood at the door talking to Frida who sat, staring out the open window. Looking at him she noticed a new caution in his eyes. Whilst it was strange she brushed it off. It wasn't odd to be cautious of a hostage after all.
"I am. But I didn't wish to be an annoyance." Ivar nodded to her words and gave a small smile. He still didn't know what his visions meant but from his guess, it was the two paths he had. If Frida was key to it, then he had to make sure she was on their side.
"Come. I will show you around." Frida looked at him for a few seconds but jumped out of the chair, happy to finally be able to do something. "From now on you don't need permission to go around Helstia. All I ask is you take a black cloak with you, for obvious reasons. And don't be stupid and try not to. I will know." With a sudden shift, his kind voice went cold and Frida nodded.
