Plan gone wrong

She had just been woken up by one of her handmaidens. Mornings were always terrible if you asked her. There was no joy in leaving her warm bed behind and getting herself into her dresses. Since a while she had to wear corsets. Those things were dreadful. You had the feeling you couldn’t breathe when the handmaidens were pulling on it from behind, trying to make it fit you. It was not like she had to impress a man, but since she was receiving a lot of important people from the south, she wanted to have a firm attitude. Slumping down in her chair was not an option anymore. A good thing, because the chats she had were quite boring most of the time. Now and then there came an interesting person to her castle, but those days were rare.

After her maidens were done with her dress, they started on her hair, slowly brushing it so it wouldn’t hurt her in any way possible. Sometimes she just wanted them to get it over with, not really liking them to worship her hairs so bad. They gave her the idea she was made out of porcelain. Luckily they were done after a couple of minutes and she was good to go. Freyja was left alone in her chambers, doing the finishing touches on her own. Today was going to be a steady day. She was not expecting any guests and her morning mood had disappeared at the thought of breakfast.

Freyja opened the door of her room, not noticing everything that was going on. In the corner of her eye, she saw something coming for her. It all happened in a matter of seconds. The servant that had been standing next to her door started to scream. Her blue eyes flashed to the woman who had thrown the knife. It was a woman with red hair, just like herself. For a moment she locked eyes with her, but it all went so fast. She felt her knees touching the ground. Her hands went up to her neck, feeling a sticky substance that was running out of the cut the knife had made on the side of her throat. It had not been deadly, it had not slit her throat the right way. But if nobody came to the rescue she would be dead within a few minutes, bleeding out on the floor. Her gaze started to fade, and she felt her mouth fill itself with her own blood. Her head hit the floor quite hard, as her body started to shake. Her hands were still on her throat, trying to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t help much. The only thing she could do was making some soft sounds, choking in her blood.