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Boo

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@NiklausTepes Can I offer you a glass or blood for breakfast ?

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@ErikVikingkin grabe stone, sending them both tumbling back into the dirt. Freya’s head bounces hard off a rock,
Esma buries her face in Freya’s neck; tiny body trembling.

“Shh.” Freya soothes. “You are fine, it’s alright.” She whispers, her hand-

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@ErikVikingkin lightly, giving her some reassurance. She reaches up and gently coats her fingers through her hair, careful to be gentle.
Somewhere in the distance a car horn beeps. Inaudible to humans but far too loud for Esma who instantly freaks. In her panic she tackles freya off the-

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@ErikVikingkin miljon gånger och nu vet jag inte vad jag ska säga." ("We thought you were dead. I've imagined this moment a million times and now I don't know what to say…” she says just as the quiet calmness of the night is interrupted by her stomach growling loudly.

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@ErikVikingkin vampire, but he was also her father, the Viking prince her mother had told her stories about.
She looked up at him slowly, blinking blue eyes identical to his own, "Vi trodde att du var död. Jag har föreställt mig det här ögonblicket en-

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@ErikVikingkin princess, my little warrior.") Freya whispers although she could feel just how weak her little one was. “Du är säker.” (You are safe.)

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@ErikVikingkin presses gentle kisses to her as the child sobs into her chest. She’d been frozen in time, preserved on the brink of death, shielded by her mothers magic for over a thousand years.
"en så stark liten prinsessa, min lilla krigare." ("such a strong little-