Frida's pov:
In all her years of being stuck in this place, she had never wanted to escape as badly as she wanted to at this moment.
That first year she had tried everything possible to go back to her life.
She had tried magic, witchcraft, all manner of things but nothing worked. She was still stuck here and had to accept training and living as a spy.
The pain in her legs were unbearable but she danced, to no music or instruments.
He was a complete nut job, he wasn't even watching...
No he shut his eyes like he was deep asleep, while listening to the sound of her footsteps.
Talk about absolutely freaky.
She was panting by the time she finished and he clapped for her as if he had watched it all.
"You are an amazing dancer..." he complimented her and she bowed.
She finally picked up the bowl "May I leave?"
"Do you despise my company so much that your only option is always to flee?" he asked.
