Freya felt like the happiest mother she could ever be with a new born daughter. She felt her life renewed, always holding her newborn daughter, her eyes always lit up when she would come back from whatever she needed to do. 

Upon seeing a maid come into the room that was her newborn baby's, Freya looked from her Daughter to see a parchment that was sealed. Having taken the message, Freya opened the parchment with one free hand and noticed this was from the Duke, her love. She felt her heart rise and swell with excitement. 

Freya went on the night that the Duke said they were to meet in the gardens. Freya could feel her heart beating in her chest, a smile on her face as she walked through the grounds, hoping not to be followed. Almost reaching the gardens, the young sister, turns to go look to where her new daughter's room was when she saw the unspeakable. Feeling her heart drop, her eyes widen in fear hoping this was some sort of trick. Freya abandons all other thoughts but to run back to the castle as fast as her legs would let her, her lungs trying to compensate for the sudden rush that Freya was putting them through, her mind racing in many directions. 

Running into the castle and soon to be a hastened walk as she nears her daughter's room to see what she did not want to comprehend. What she hoped was a illusion that would vanish to show her daughter safe and sound. She looked not only to the crib, but for who ever was in the room now.