"Eder!" Freya called. She heard the shouts from her position in the garden. She was walking around with Khan when she heard all this. Khan even came with her "what are you doing?" she asked in horror.
"go away Freya" Eder growled not letting go of the butler. His problem wasn't with her .
"Eder, let go" she pleaded "please, let go"
"I am- I a-am s-sorry.. your.. m-majes.." he couldn't continue. Eder's grip on his neck was too tight.
"Eder, please let go" Freya touched his arms. She didn't know what to do. He was stubborn. If Dahlia was here.. ahh!
"Eder" she spoke more softly. "please, let him go"
"he threw away, my wife's dress" Eder explained. Freya looked at the butler, who was dying, with a frown. The poor man already looked pale.
"he had no idea, it was hers. Please let go" she pleaded. "please Eder. Look at me." she held his face and made him look at her. "let go. I have many of her dresses, I can give it to you"
