Hesitantly, Frey met his eldest brother's gaze. Though there were tears, it was as feisty and stubborn as ever. The prince scowled, as if to say, 'Don't you dare even think of laughing, you over-sized pig...' Though in reality his lips moved not once. Gritting his teeth as a strong hand was placed upon his shoulder in a comfortable way, Frey shook. He didn't need his brother's pity or care. Once they competed for the crown, Frey could leave for good. There was no point in him sticking around after he found the Dream-catcher... 

Huffing out in annoyance, the young man clenched his fists and suddenly sidestepped, in an attempt to make his brother's hand fall off. He opened his mouth to speak. Strangely, his tone was soft and genuine. "I'm... fine." With that, he began to walk to his room with the older prince trailing him. "And we'll have plenty of time to speak when we're traversing the Snap-Spires." He suggested, not wanting to say much about himself when he was this tired. Realizing he wasn't close to his brother, Frey sighed. "But if you wanted to speak to me now, that's fine. I don't leave the castle because..." 

Orange eyes narrowed as he thought about it. When he was but an infant, Frey had been cursed by the demons who lived to the far North. The curse wasn't targeting Frey in particular, but the whole castle. Blanchette had blessed everyone in the castle except apparently Frey. Most found that strange, since Bachus also assisted in Frey's protection spell. The curse could not be cured, only prevented. It was a ghastly hex that caused the victim to have a horrid nightmare every single night. However, if they died in the nightmare, they would die in reality. While Frey was in the castle, Blanche would protect him from dying, but even she could not stop the nightmares. Perhaps it was because of this curse Frey found it hard to be nice to people.

"Never mind."