♓ on enemy ground
@rgjunhong
Despite being a lady-in-waiting to the Akulakrovi Family, Freya hardly spent her days in the palace with them with the war having her at its beck and call as a healer for the wounded Elvian soldiers. The task in itself was something she greatly enjoyed doing and everyone was extremely grateful to have her. Her skills in water bending made her one of the best healers in the kingdom; also the reason why she was sought after by almost everyone.
One day in particular, however, began with a serious of extraordinary events. Instead of getting called to the barracks, she was escorted by soldiers to a smaller camp far off into the border and at the sight of the red and gold, she knew this was going to be no ordinary task. “What are we doing here?” She asked, clearly put off by being so close to what she guessed were Suryan troops.
The look on the soldier’s face was hesitant and careful which matched his next words. “A Suryan prince is injured and they requested that the best healer in of all the land be brought to heal him.”
