Fredricks POV
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”Why would she say that?” I asked my brother once he had filled me in on his conversation with the princess.
”Everything that is happening is messing with her head as much as it is ours, only we can control it and she can’t.”
”Then we teach her!” I shouted and threw my glass of whiskey onto the wall.
”She doesn't want to be taught, she wants to be strong.” My brother said.
”Nobody is strong when they’re on their own.” I said. And it was true. Strength wasn't measured by physical strength in a fight nor in a clan. It was measured by who you had by your side, who you were willing to die for in order to protect.
The princess had it all wrong.
”Fine. Let her have it her way, she will notice soon enough that it won't work. Her emotions will get har
