Abigor made his way back to the isle. He was angry he missed his chance to talk to Freya. He knew that if he spoke with her she would know he loved her, and she would realize she loved him too. She had to, she was the perfect match for him.
"I have to get the rest of them away, I have to speak to her." he was pacing the office. He was determined to have her. But how?
His father was watching him pace the office. This woman must be something, if he's this desperate for her. He smiled wistfully, as remembered his love. Her beautiful violet eyes, and blonde hair, beckoning him even now. He remembered watching her grow large with their child. His heart broke again remembering her leaving him. The heart break turning to anger, he turned to his son.
"Just take her, Abigor." h
