Frey kept his gaze strong. Sometimes, in moments such as these, where even about to cry he appeared to be fearless, he looked like a real prince; he appeared to be someone who had a claim to the throne. Even with the odds stacked rediculously against him, the silver-haired prince knew that the only one he would have to defeat in order to take the crown was... himself? Perhaps. 

When Cassius questioned his fear, Frey exhaled sharply. There would be little point in telling a lie, as the dragon would probably be able to sense it. It wasn't as if he was going to tell the truth either, however. "I'm not telling you." Frey breathed at last, then slowly got to his feet. He then coughed. He would have to pack lightly, since it would just be the four of them. "What's it like to fly?" The prince wondered aloud. 

There was then, after the dragon had plenty of time to respond. A little whole later, the door opened softly. Frey turned to look. Augustine and Asbel, as it seemed, as arrived.