On a foggy morning, the Lo ships arrived in the Regalian harbor loaded with Lo soldiers to attempt to seize the capital to legitimize Freya's claim. Unbeknownst to Freya however, the letter the Crown Prince sent to Regalia did not come alone. It was accompanied by the entire Kade, Fong and even Anahera army that had recently slipped into Regalia as part of the agreement. Lo soldiers made their way through the streets, until they finally approached the central boulevard where the first enemy soldiers would await them. The Crown Prince himself was present in the battle, flanked by and his brother, Thomas Kade, and Alejandro Anahera. The Lo and alliance troops quickly clashed, but it was fairly evident that the Lo forces were badly outnumbered and had nowhere to run. The coalition forces pressed on until Freya was spotted leaving the battlegrounds like a crimson valkyrie with her silver cuirass, into a secluded back garden of the Central park. Alejandro and Alexander moved after her, Thomas and other nobility who had recently gotten back from the disastrous Consortium defeat, holding back anyone who would try to enter the garden behind them.
The sound of swords clashing and the smell of blood hung heavy in the air around the trio. Alejandro Anahera, Alexander Kade, and Freya Lo stood in a triangle, the two men the bottom and the woman the point. Freya glared daggers at the two men, this battle had been lost the moment she had decided to march against the crown. Perhaps she even saw that somewhere in her addled mind. The insult of the Kades abandoning her, as well as Anahera casting her aside like so much filth had driven the unstable woman off a very short cliff. Reason had won out in the end, Alexander had snagged the woman, pulling her privately from the field into this shaded garden, foliage and flowers surrounding the three, a small clearing of grass, patches of sunlight filtering through around their feet. It would have been a pleasant afternoon if not for circumstances.
Looking grim, the Crown Prince handed the woman a bottle of some mystery liquid, quiet heated words were exchanged between the three, the woman's words flying a mile a minute, her hands clenching into fists. Eventually, even she could not see beyond their reasoning. Her expression had started so victoriously, now utter defeat clouded her face and her thoughts. The woman quietly took the bottle from the men, clasping it loosely in one hand, her eyes flickering almost pleadingly from one face to another. From one she knew so well and another she had come to know in recent memory. Freya's mouth opened and no sound came. It closed a moment later with a snap and her hand clenched on the bottle.
"...I will not be made into a spectacle. And I will not be someone's trophy."
The Anahera's lips parted and in a soothing voice, "A goddess immortal, truly, Senorita Lo. The afterlife shall treat you well, as many rats as there shall be" urging her to drink the poison, it was the only way she would not be paraded through the streets, beaten, executed made into a show. "If anything the ability to choose our own end is something others can envy you for, and certainly, years were had that others would not have in a lifetime" Alexander said as he crossed his hands in front of him.
"Perhaps we'll meet each other in the glorious heavens some day. Some day." Alejandro continued a moment later, gesturing to the bottle for the woman to pull it to her lips.
Freya gave the two one last bitter look before taking the entirety of the bottle's contents into her mouth. "Feh. This is all so melodramatic. I despise theatrics." She replied bitterly, soothed by the Anahera's words in some small way. She hadn't expected this. Truthfully she had no idea what she had expected. Only perhaps some recognition for her works, even admiration.
"You know as well as I that I'll rot in the ground. Feh. Or I imagine. You lot cast me out. What else was I to do? I-I only wanted. You threw me away. No one throws me away. H-how." She cringed in pain, her hands flying to her stomach as the poison began its work. The woman cringed, her eyes began to fill with tears, whether they be of pain or emotion it was anyone's guess. "I would only have kept what was mine. F-feh. I have always said you were t-the only man I really knew, Alex." She murmured nonsensically, slipping to the ground, the woman's vision blurred and she barely heard another word, everything sounded tinny and far away, unimportant. The would be empress slid quietly to the floor with a pained sigh, the terror named Freya Lo was no more. Her eyes shut, the woman appeared peaceful on the ground in a patch of sun.
Alexander looked at Freya for a moment, and then at Alejandro. "Such a shame" he mumbled as Alejandro returned a nod. Alexander stepped down to pick Freya up, with the rattling of his Princely armor breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen in the background, eventually cradling her in his arms. Before moving out, Alejandro would correct a stray lock of hair covering Freya's oddly peaceful face with a small smile. As Alexander and Alejandro stepped out of the garden, the battle outside had already been won. This was to be the last trip of Freya Lo, cradled in Alexander's arms carried to the Chancellery, a procession of silence. Many along the route would want to scowl or yell obscenities at the procession of the Crown prince and Alejandro Anahera, now accompanied by Mysterious Fong as well, but there was a certain air of closure to the situation. That, and Fong's glared at anyone who would dare to open their mouth. The soldiers instead opted to simply carry on with rounding up of prisoners and getting rid of the corpses.
Freya Lo was finally laid down in a side room of the Chancellery while Alejandro, Fong and Alexander would decide what to do with her.
Looking grim, the Crown Prince handed the woman a bottle of some mystery liquid, quiet heated words were exchanged between the three, the woman's words flying a mile a minute, her hands clenching into fists. Eventually, even she could not see beyond their reasoning. Her expression had started so victoriously, now utter defeat clouded her face and her thoughts. The woman quietly took the bottle from the men, clasping it loosely in one hand, her eyes flickering almost pleadingly from one face to another. From one she knew so well and another she had come to know in recent memory. Freya's mouth opened and no sound came. It closed a moment later with a snap and her hand clenched on the bottle.
"...I will not be made into a spectacle. And I will not be someone's trophy."
The Anahera's lips parted and in a soothing voice, "A goddess immortal, truly, Senorita Lo. The afterlife shall treat you well, as many rats as there shall be" urging her to drink the poison, it was the only way she would not be paraded through the streets, beaten, executed made into a show. "If anything the ability to choose our own end is something others can envy you for, and certainly, years were had that others would not have in a lifetime" Alexander said as he crossed his hands in front of him.
"Perhaps we'll meet each other in the glorious heavens some day. Some day." Alejandro continued a moment later, gesturing to the bottle for the woman to pull it to her lips.
Freya gave the two one last bitter look before taking the entirety of the bottle's contents into her mouth. "Feh. This is all so melodramatic. I despise theatrics." She replied bitterly, soothed by the Anahera's words in some small way. She hadn't expected this. Truthfully she had no idea what she had expected. Only perhaps some recognition for her works, even admiration.
"You know as well as I that I'll rot in the ground. Feh. Or I imagine. You lot cast me out. What else was I to do? I-I only wanted. You threw me away. No one throws me away. H-how." She cringed in pain, her hands flying to her stomach as the poison began its work. The woman cringed, her eyes began to fill with tears, whether they be of pain or emotion it was anyone's guess. "I would only have kept what was mine. F-feh. I have always said you were t-the only man I really knew, Alex." She murmured nonsensically, slipping to the ground, the woman's vision blurred and she barely heard another word, everything sounded tinny and far away, unimportant. The would be empress slid quietly to the floor with a pained sigh, the terror named Freya Lo was no more. Her eyes shut, the woman appeared peaceful on the ground in a patch of sun.
Alexander looked at Freya for a moment, and then at Alejandro. "Such a shame" he mumbled as Alejandro returned a nod. Alexander stepped down to pick Freya up, with the rattling of his Princely armor breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen in the background, eventually cradling her in his arms. Before moving out, Alejandro would correct a stray lock of hair covering Freya's oddly peaceful face with a small smile. As Alexander and Alejandro stepped out of the garden, the battle outside had already been won. This was to be the last trip of Freya Lo, cradled in Alexander's arms carried to the Chancellery, a procession of silence. Many along the route would want to scowl or yell obscenities at the procession of the Crown prince and Alejandro Anahera, now accompanied by Mysterious Fong as well, but there was a certain air of closure to the situation. That, and Fong's glared at anyone who would dare to open their mouth. The soldiers instead opted to simply carry on with rounding up of prisoners and getting rid of the corpses.
Freya Lo was finally laid down in a side room of the Chancellery while Alejandro, Fong and Alexander would decide what to do with her.
