Frey

by Melissa Wright

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  A servant brought a letter to my room this morning. It was from my father, informing me I’m to prepare for a banquet. I’ve put on my formal attire. I wonder what sort of tricks he’ll want me to perform for our guests. How will he display my talents this time?

  I understand he needs to show strength in his position, but it seems as if he’s being a bit obvious. ‘Look at my freak of nature. See what she can do?’ I’ll be too tired for anything but sleep tonight or I’d try sneaking out when he was occupied with visitors. Maybe he’ll give me a break from training tomorrow.

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  Father hasn’t left his room this morning. No one has seen him since the conclusion of the festivities. My sister has sealed herself in her room. No one will tell me what has occurred.