The Return of the King

ADRIEN

Freya's dress was a blinding flow of blood red. She was immaculate and goddess-like as she practically floated towards Ishmael and me.

The red fabric molded around her torso to her waist before flaring to the floor in a blood-like wave of red. Her hair was secured at her nape in what seemed like a tight bun with a few curly strands left to frame her face.

The silver band atop her head was fitted with tiny diamonds that caught the late afternoon light as she walked to us, accompanied by her only handmaiden.

Her porcelain neck was encased with a diamond necklace as well, the jewelry matching the glittering studs in her ears, and perfectly fitting the round neckline of her dress.

Her whole ensemble screamed for attention and dominance and was complemented beautifully by her fair features.

She was a sight to behold. My Freya she was.