Freyja turned her attention to outside, peeking behind the heavy curtain put in place for the vampires' protection. A court of monsters who blackmail and tear eachother down. It was like any other and yet here it meant something to her. The rising court would be different. A court of freaks. The half Breed, the Lord, the Spy, the lover, and then the Queen. The thought sent chills down her spine. "I think I'm going to talk to Keenan about the nobles. How they should be handled." What she meant was how to get rid of them. She blinked a few times. But maybe that was just a step towards tyranny. Well. It was a good step.... in her opinion.

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She did spin the idea of her children still being the ones to inherit the throne, giving that they were still sired by a vampire. She let it take a few laps around her mind and nodded, "Then I will tell Keenan first. He deserves to know first. I was the one who told him no secrets anymore. I did tell him about Cassian by the way. Only I thought the Gods were punishing me. I found out through the journals and threats upon my life. After that blew up in our faces I decided honesty would best for us. Especially since we will be co rulers but not romantically involved. " the princess sighed, rubbing the sides of her head. "And, ouch, by the way. I think I'm a great wife given the situation. I could have baby fever, but lucky him. He's too pretty anyways. It would be like being romantic with myself."

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"Let's face it, Faust will already be too drunk to care. Daemon, I don't even know. Perhaps we'll have to intoxicate him. Keenan seemed like the embarrassment he had will last a lifetime." She looked back at Claude with a smile. "But I do appreciate you trying to handle my mother for me. She wouldn't know what to do with you. That's for sure." The small, little girl inside of Freyja missed her mother. She was rather close to her until thirty... close to thirteen in a mortals lifespan.

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"Court in Sylvia consists of ten families, excluding my own. They do not have blood relations to eachother as of now. There's to be a wedding soon. There's many lesser nobles that hang around but don't have any real power in the decision making." The princess consort let out a hefty sigh, sitting up to look more regal. Slouching, heaven forbid she was unlearning all of the lessons. "Lesser nobles run wild though. Many are just tenth sons of whoever. Or rich enough to buy themselves a title. Our warriors prefer their rankings due to honor."

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The carriage came to a rolling stop before it halted completely. She smiled at the mention of another village. She could only hope it was as lively as the one she visited with Keenan that night. She smiled, dipping her head, "That would be an adventure. I shall have to take a chaperone of course, and I do plan on shopping. So, who should I go for?" She asked, popping open the door to make her way out. She needed breeches. Possibly more lively toned than the deep colors The Circle currently wore. But she did look so good in them. Halfway through the door she turned to Claude, "Claude, dearest, which makes my eyes look more gold? Navy or Forest Green?"