No Fun Allowed

[TheJarl]

Freya was baffled for a moment. Yet she knew Lizzie longer than today and should have anticipated this. As she recovered from the surprise of Lizzie's careless behaviour, Freya sighed and walked slowly to the nuisance that invaded her room. She gently hit Lizzie on her head with the grip of the pistol. "Keep your hands off my stuff, you're making a mess." She prodded the gun in Lizzie's back. "I told you, I don't have time for your games, I have meetings to attend to. Now leave and report yourself to station security if you don't want an instant death sentence here and now."

Most people would've been dead and buried at this point, yet for some reason Lizzie got away with such things a lot easier. No one knew exactly why, perhaps not even Freya herself. Perhaps she just didn't know what to do with such an oddity? Or did she maybe enjoy toying with the life of the confused noble lady? Or was it something completely different? Whatever the reason, it saved Lizzie from imprisonment, exile and death (although she has become a contender for the award for 'most-often on cleaning duty').