Freya smiled, sighing happily once Harol had left. This day was the most beautiful one she had experienced in years, despite it starting with Harol and her being threatened and Harol causing a minor earthquake in the last village they had visited before reaching the house of Clasz. Despite all of it they were still alive, and oh how she felt so much more alive than she had ever felt throughout the years that had passed. They had hugged and kissed and had been busted but that didn't matter, because they were in love and it was great. She didn't really care who knew anymore. So what if somebody had seen the two of them kissing? It wouldn't change that much, she supposed.

Deciding that she should be trying to get some sleep, Freya took off the armour,leaving her in her simple shirt and pants. Okay, she wasn't really topless without the armour. But with how thin the shirt was and how little protection it gave her, the rogue felt like she was hardly wearing a shirt at all. Still, shirtless or not, she really needed to get herself some sleep now. Next morning she would meet Harol again. And give him back his grimoire.

Still smiling, Freya lied down under the blankets and made herself comfortable. Closing her eyes, the rogue couldn't help but be excited about the next day. The day would start nicely, and they would get started on learning her etiquettes. Which wasn't something she was excited about, the exciting part about it was the fact that it meant spending time with Harol.

Harol hid under the covers, hit his head to the pillow, and closed his eyes. It had been quite the eventful day... However, he was supposed to be teaching Freya tomorrow, and he didn't quite know where to start. Maybe dealings with the servants would be a good one? They would have quite a lot of that. Yeah, that would do. Speaking of servants, the incident from earlier resurfaced in Harol's mind, and he finally realized why it kept doing so: It had sparked his curiosity of the female body shapes, with the addition of him now having a romantic relationship too, it only made sense. He had lived a rather distant life when it came to those things, and it was not like he was a child anymore. With his thoughts at last finding a rational explanation to SOMETHING, Harol smiled and fell asleep.

Unlike last night, Harol now dreamed. He stood within a ring of fire, with no escape in sight. After aimlessly wandering around, he found himself going through the wall of fire, without as much as a tickle from the licking of the flames. Behind the wall was a small village in flames, as in literally small. Harol was easily as tall as a house! In wonder, he reached out for one of the buildings, only to see that his hand was actually not his... It was an odd mass of metal plates and chains with fire pushing out from several gaps in the structure. He raised it in front of his face, only to realize that the hand was huge in comparison. He shook his head, which violently rocked his vision around, and brought into attention a shining surface in the horizon.

It was a long trek through empty plains with nothing but death sown on them, but in the end he reached what he thought was a mirror... But it was only a window to another realm, a realm where a tyrant leading an army of brass skinned creatures both big and small. The tyrant locked eyes with Harol, who reeled back in shock: This tyrant shared many facial features with the king who had ordered his death! But as he turned around, he found his way back was blocked by an actually reflecting surface. He was... hideous. A huge, scaly lizard like creature whose head was attached slightly below where ones neck usually is, while the spot of neck and head were taken by a massive fire pit, making him look like a massive torch with these metallic gloves attached by one sturdy chain that moved on its own.

That sight had been enough for Harol, who jolted awake, breathing heavily. What had THAT been? However, a look out of the window revealed a starry sky and the house was silent. "Not an hour to be awake..." he murmured, slipped back under the covers and drifted back to slumberland.

Despite all the excitement, Freya somehow still found herself able to fall asleep. Just as per usual, it was only a light sleep with no dreams to make her sleep more beautiful, or more horrifying. She never dreamed that much, admittedly, but when she did, the dreams were usually and luckily enough about happy things, rather than awful things that made her wake up in shock. No, Freya was glad that she could honestly say that she was lucky enough to be able to say that she rarely ever had any nightmares.

She found herself waking up pretty early, or at least she thought it was, considering the fact that the sun was still rising and there were only a few sounds coming from the hall just yet. Now, Freya had never been a morning person, always considering it too early to wake up and start travelling again, despite how late it might be, and was always grumpy for at least quite a moment. But that day, it was different. When she woke up this time, she was smiling within just a matter of seconds and eager to get started with the day. The cause of that could've been the fact that she didn't have to get moving again, travelling to wherever the road would lead her, without anyone at her side. Freya was quite sure there was different cause for her happiness, however. It was just one single person who was just a few doors away from her, probably still sleeping, who caused her to wake up this happy.

So the rogue quickly her shoes, armour, belt and cloak back on, but didn't pull the hood over her head, nor did she put on her veil. She quickly brushed her hair, deciding to let it hang loose, and headed for the door. Freya had quickly found Harol's room, and knocked first. When he didn't answer the door, Freya decided to simply walk in, supposing that he was still asleep. He had told her that it was okay for her to visit and he had left the door open, so it wouldn't be such a big problem if she just walked in and woke him gently, which was exactly what she did.

The rest of the night's sleep was not quite as eventful as the start had been, but he still dreamt. He was walking in a meadow, the sun was shining and a few refreshing droplets of water struck his face every now and again. A rainbow decorated the sky, and as he came upon a small cliffside, he could see a sea of differently coloured tulips. It was a beautiful sight... But then a soft nudge on his shoulder shook him away from the view. Then another one caused Harol to open his eyes to a sight which he found even more beautiful than the field of tulips: Freya had come on her morning visit she promised!

"Morning..." Harol said solewhat groggily and reached for his shirt. Rising up into a sitting position from under the covers did reveal his shirtless upper body, but that was soon remedied by the shirt getting pulled onto it's place. "Did you notice I accidentally left my grimoire behind? I could have it back..." he asked, and strecthed. During this, the back of his right hand brushed against Freya's chest, and as soon as Harol noticed the soft surface, he jolted to the opposite direction, pulled his hand away as quickly as at all possible and brushed the offending part a couple of times as if it could undo the accident.

"Sorry, sorry!" he said in a somewhat panicked tone and pulled the blanket over his head. He soon realized how incredibly childish that last move had been, trying to disappear from sight like that and pushed it off his head, landing it a good way accross the bed so that one could see him up to his knees. He then closed his teeth around the inner side of his left cheek and waited to see what would happen now.

Freya smiled, watching Harol wake up. She had to say, seeing him without a shirt was something she didn't mind at all. Then he stretched out, during which she felt his hand brushing against his chest. This was followed by Harol stressing out, apologising and hiding himself under his blanket, before pushing said blanket away, causing Freya to chuckle softly. Of course, it was probably a serious thing to him, and she shouldn't chuckle at the situation, but she couldn't help herself.

"Hey, it is okay, do not worry about it." She said, sitting down and smiling at him, to show that she wasn't mad or whatsoever. "Besides, I cannot recall telling you that you may not touch me there." She added. She was curious how he would react to that invitation, considering how he had started to panic after accidentally touching her chest. Then again, maybe now that she had more or less given him permission to touch her chest, he wouldn't act like it was such a big problem anymore. There was something cute about how prude he had reacted, though.

"Anyway, I hope you do not mind that I woke you up a little early?" She asked, looking at him. She had just been really eager to meet up again with Harol. Like she had said to him the night before, she liked being around him a lot. And in her eagerness, she had been too impatient to wait with waking him until it had been a more appropriate time to actually wake up.

Harol scanned Freya up and down with his eyes and noticed how unlikely what had just happened had been. Her armour covered most of her upper body, but yet still somehow he had managed to get his hand somehow... THERE without even looking. Juuuuust brilliant. However, Freya simply sat down, and apparently was not angry at him at all, telling him not to worry. Harol was just about to calm down, but that was made impossible through what followed. Was she actually inviting him to do something like that? He must be misunderstanding... But still, her posture and facial expression hinted nothing of the sort. She was serious about it.

"Uhhh... Ummm... I... Eeeehm..." Harol tried to say something, but kept stammering as words failed to form within his mouth. His thoughts on the matter were slightly conflicting. On one side, it sounded like Freya wanted him to touch her chest, and he was curious about such thing. What could it feel like? But on the other hand, was he ready? Was Freya truly ready, or did she only think so? Well, that last one was not his to decide so that was one less worry on his head. Luckily for him, Freya broke him out of this mental lockdown by asking if the time of waking up was okay with him.

"Uhh... Well I don't feel too sleepy so I guess this is as good an hour as any. Heaps better than the one I woke up to in the middle of the night. It was one weird dream, let me tell you that much", he responded, trying to collect himself. A slight shake of his head later, his thoughts seemed to somewhat settle even on the earlier matter... But he noted another thing that would at least for now seal the deal. He wouldn't dare to push his hand under her armour because the extra pressure that would create, and backing out would increase in difficulty just as well. A slightly mischievous smile sought its way on Harol's face as he knocked on the leather armour twice, and said: "Well, there is also this little challenge on the way when it comes to the earlier proposition."

Apperently, Freya's invitation to touch her chest only seemed to make the warlock more worried, making him unable to still get any words out of his throat. She still found it somewhat cute, but decided not to mention that. He probably had enough problems with deciding if he should touch her chest or not already, or at least so it seemed. She wondered quietly why it was such a big deal to him, but didn't ask. He had mentioned before that he hadn't been in love before, so it all had to be new to him. He was raised as a noble, too, so he was likely unfamiliar with intimate interaction. Freya, on the other hand, wasn't. While she had been living at home, her mother did have enough costumers who would visit, and it hadn't always been possible to stop her from seeing such a thing happen. As a result, she had been confronted with it on an early age already. Of course, it also helped that she had been in love before.

When Harol mentioned that her armour would cause some difficulties with the touching, she smiled again. "If you want me to, I can take it off." She suggested,hoping that just wouldn't make him panic again. "Look, if you do not want to touch me there yet, than it is okay. All I am saying that if you would touch my chest, then I would not mind it." She continued, looking serious at him. Maybe it was just all going a little fast for Harol, which was understandable. Freya was simply just so eager, happy and excited about it all. She didn't want to put any pressure on him or make him do something he wasn't ready for yet, though.

"As for your grimoire, here it is." She then said, giving Harol his book back. She had been pretty curious about it, honestly. About what was written down in the book and why it was this important to him. Still, she hadn't looked into the book, which was mainly because it was none of her business, but also because she couldn't read, so looking into the book would be rather useless.

"Well, if you would be so kind", Harol replied to Freya suggesting she could take off her armour. "The thing is, compare our clothing. You've got your cloak and armour and shoes on, and look at me! A basic shirt and trousers. And you couldn't have missed that I didn't have even that when you came in", Harol said with a timid teasing tone in his voice. The conflict of different feelings was resolving itself, and curiosity was wrestling all doubts to the ground with some help from his early-blooming love.

He slid down from his sitting position down flat onto the bed. He streched his arms upwards, flailing his hands about a little before lowering them down, the left one behind his head and the right brushing briefly through Freya's hair before landing right behind her on the bedsheet. "By the way, did you lock the door?" Harol wanted to verify, yesterdays positions now reversed with Freya being the guest and Harol the one to confirm this thing. Nevertheless, it was important to have privacy with things like this, especially considering where this seemed to be going right now.

Harol was forming a 'plan' in his mind, a plan on how to do this, and he believed he had a pretty good idea in mind. That would remain to be seen. His heart was beating furiously in both anticipation and nervousness, and his breathing was slightly accelerated as well. One could notice it if they looked carefully, but Harol himself was not paying such attention to himself. He reached for the grimoire and lifted it onto the floor on the other side of the bed. He was glad Freya had brought it back, but that was overshadowed by everything else in his mind now.

Freya smiled at Harol, taking off her armour, cloak and shoes and putting it all on the ground for the moment. Suddenly, he didn't seem to be so prude anymore. Not that she minded, though. Freya wasn't sure what exactly Harol was willing to try, and if he was thinking of more than just touching, but she was eager to find out. "Does this seem more fair to you?" She asked once her armour, shoes and cloak where on the ground. Sure enough, she had noticed that she had been wearing more than Harol when she woke the man from his sleep, and she had actually quite enjoyed the sight of him without a shirt.

He lied down, and asked her if the door was locked, repeating her question from last night. Freya smiled and got up upon hearing his question. "I do not think I did." She answered, heading to the door and putting it on both locks like Harol had done the night before, simply because she couldn't recall which one of the two the servants couldn't open. Once the door was locked, she got back to Harol.

"Now we should be able to do what we want undisturbed." She said to him with a smile, getting onto the bed. She got to where Harol was lying and sat down on his lap. Placing her hands next to his shoulders, Freya leaned towards Harol to kiss him, first placing a kiss in his neck, followed by another one on his cheek and finally one on his lips. While she did so, her chest was easily accesible to him.