Freya shivered when she saw the town go up in flames. She knew she was not exactly a good person—it was impossible to be a pirate, much less a pirate captain, and be entirely good—but her heart ached when she thought of the innocent children and women caught up in this ridiculous power struggle. Freya spun and strode across her deck, anger licking at her insides like fire. That worm-riddled King Uther had taken this too far! He was the reason she had become a pirate in the first place, and she'd heard his own son and daughter had fled because of his cruelty. She paused and grinned, revelling in the sharp, sweet satisfaction that hummed in her. She knew exactly how she was getting back at that pig-perfumed cur.
It didn't take long to find the prince and princess; she simply had Elena put out word on the underground, and waited until the information-sellers came to her. News came in the form of a scrawny, unshaven, cheerful young man by the name of Gwaine, who said he'd heard tell of some strange folks coming around a magic and herb shop in the coastal town of Glasswater. Freya thanked him with a small pouch of silver and sent him off, relief and worry both coursing through her. She knew exactly where to look, but what in the devil had Merlin gotten Gwen into now? Sighing and shaking her head, she turned to Elena, who had been standing nervously to the side. "Would you like to come with me?" She asked. Elena nodded vigorously, and Freya watched as her golden hair gleamed in the dying sunlight.
They decided to travel over land instead of taking their ship, because although their ship would cut off three to five days, it also attracted a lot more attention, what with the whole 'dread pirate' thing going on. As it was it only took them a week and a half to reach Merlin's Magick Shoppe, and the time was pleasant, as time with Elena always was. Having rapped the faded teal door thrice in quick succession, Freya waited impatiently, while Elena stood off to the side. Freya was about to knock a fourth time when the door burst open and Merlin stood before them, smiling sunnily as always. "Hello, Freya!" He chirped cheerily, and Freya frowned. Merlin rolled his eyes, and waved them in. "Anything I can get for you today?" He asked, back turned to them. Elena glanced at Freya, raising her brow, and Freya smirked. Merlin was definitely hiding something. Gwaine hadn't given them faulty information. This was both a blessing and a curse. "Oh, nothing much," Freya said dryly. "Just a prince and a princess." Merlin's shoulders stiffened and Freya's grin widened. "I don't know what you're talking about," Merlin said carefully, when Gwen came out of the backroom. She fixed Freya with a calculating gaze and Freya stared back unflinchingly. "What do you want them for?" She said sharply, and Merlin shot her a look which Freya guessed was of utmost betrayal. "I need their help," Freya said clearly, knowing that they were somewhere in this shop. "Uther has gone too far, and I mean to stop him whatever means necessary. I believe they would be of great assistance."
Gwen stared at her for a little longer, and it was only broken when their was a scuffle in the back room. Gwen rolled her eyes. "They're in the backroom," She said, muttering 'idiots' under her breath. Freya nodded and made her way towards the door, Elena not far behind. The was shoved open before they could reach it, and a beautiful girl with long, messy black hair and wild, flashing eyes stood in the doorway. Elena gasped in awe and Freya struggled to keep a smile off her face. Her lover had always been more open about her feelings, and Freya would not be surprised if she asked the princess to share their bed before the night was through. It had taken all of three minutes for her to do the same to Gwen when they had first met. "We'll help," Says the girl fiercely, breaking through Freya's thoughts, and for the first time she notices the young man, presumably her brother, hanging awkwardly behind her. He coughed pointedly and the woman jabbed her elbow at him. "Shut up, Arthur, you're doing this too." The woman paused. "I'm Morgana, by the way," She said, holding her hand out to shake. Freya took it and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Delightful," She said, grinning and meaning it. Morgana blushed and behind her, Elena beamed. This was the start of a beautiful partnership.