At Castle Cordon
It was early in the morning when Freya decided that she wanted to go out of the castle again. The sun had yet to rise, but trying to force herself back to sleep had utterly failed her while she was still in bed. Her roiling feelings were just too volatile for her to properly get a good night's sleep, and her mind was riddled with more questions than she even had enough brain power to properly answer.
"Ugh…" she sighed.
Sitting back up, Freya knew there would be no more sleeping to be had for her in the future. So instead of tossing and turning in her sheets in the cold early winter, she might as well get some exercise in or something while waiting for the rest of the day to come.
