The Queen’s greed

Adrian peeled his eyes open with effort, disoriented for a second but the pain reminded him of where he was.

A sound of pain made him startle and he found Freya, her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped tight around herself as tears flowed down her face in rivulets.

“Freya!” His tongue was heavy and his speech slurred, thanks to the savages that broke his jaw.

“Freya!”

His body screamed as he stood but he dragged himself to her, putting both hands on the sides of the face.

“Freya look at me.” Her eyes were wide open but she wasn’t seeing him. Whatever she was seeing was terrible enough to put that fragmented light in her eyes. He shook her but she flinched and retreated from him.

“Mother.” She whispered, a single tear rolling down her eyes.

“Release her!”He turned back to the queen with a hiss.

“Or what?” She drawled, her lips curved with ecstasy as an invisible breeze lifted her hair. “What can you do, sorcerer? Have you forgotten you are at my mercy? You have none of your powers