Just as Frey's hand was about to touch White Wolf, White Wolf moved away.
With nothing blocking her view anymore, Frey saw...
She saw...
The Throne.
A smile touched her lips, and she instinctively reached for her neck.
No words were exchanged.
But she knew it was him.
She had thought of so many things to say. In the end, she chose that one line.
"Call me by my name next time we meet. Frey."
Fate was such a cruel trickster.
It was both merciless and compassionate.
Her search across worlds had brought her an answer she could never come to terms with.
I crossed even the distance between worlds.
Yet here, within arm's reach, I cannot touch you.
I thought I would be brave.
The madwoman of Shrike would throw caution to the wind.
This is a terrible curse. It took everything from me.
This is a wonderful curse. It let me see you one last time.
On that tree stump that night, only a fist's width separated us.
You rejected me not out of disgust, not because you loathed Curse's Girl, and certainly not because you hated monsters.
You simply treated me as an equal, as a woman deserving of respect.
Yet that is what I have sought all my life.
Not fear of Shrike, nor lust for a princess's beauty.
Your hair is the color of night, yet you are the light you gave me.
How I envy those who can stand beside you.
No one is farther from you than I am.
I also laugh at those who can stand beside you.
No one is closer to you than I am.
Frey died.
Smiling, she cradled the Wand piercing her chest in both hands as her body slowly faded away.
Her blood left a red