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The Journey	By : beautifullysevere Category: A through F > Divergent (series) > Divergent (series) Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Based on the world of Divergent, which I do NOT own. Anything familiar is clearly not mine. The rest is mine though, so please don't use it without my knowledge. Thank you. Also, no money/profit is made from this story.

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Well, here we go....you can do this Freya. Forget Eric, have an open mind. Freya said to herself. She smoothed her hands over her dress and she stood alone in the middle of the dance floor. Tori had volunteered to be her wrangler so to speak. She would be introducing the men and keeping Freya on track so that she had enough time to dance with everyone she needed to. Tori brought over the first man and the dancing begun.
A couple hours later Freya was in desperate need of a break. She told Tori that she needed a few minutes and left the dance floor to get a drink and sit down. She made her way to the side of the room near a set of open doors that lead out to a balcony overlooking the chasm. It was quiet over here since most people were at the bar or on the dance floor.
She sat down and started thinking through all the men that she had danced with already. There were only a couple that stood out enough for her to remember. There was a nice man in the intelligence sector by the name of Gregor that she found attractive and interesting. He lead her expertly around the floor as they chatted about his work. His job was to study the wars and tactics of their ancestors and serve as counsel for the leaders and monarchy should they ever need it. She found his knowledge and insight on tactics very interesting, but she wasn't sure if his intelligence was enough to keep her interested in him, or if he were strong enough to be the King of Dauntless.
Then there was Four. He was handsome, strong, intelligent, and kind. Freya was attracted to him and thought that he would make a decent King. He was just terribly soft spoken most of the time, and seemed very shy with her in comparison to the other Dauntless men. While he didn't lack confidence in his skills and knowledge base, he did lack confidence when it came to her. Perhaps it was his Abnegation upbringing. While Freya had no experience of a sexual nature with men, from all the books she had read and the sexual instruction she had received from the women that would come to the monastery to teach the princesses such things, she felt as though she needed a strong and dominant man. While Four could be those things outside the bedroom she doubted he could ever be that for her in their relationship. Still, though, he was a solid candidate.
As she sat there, letting her feet rest and thinking over the two options she had thus far Eric had the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her. So lost in her thoughts she never even had an inkling that he was approaching. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke to her.
"How's it going Princess" he inquired as he sat down next to her and slid her another drink.
"Well, thank you." She replied, trying to keep her bodies reactions to seeing him all dressed up and sitting so close to her under control.

"Enjoying all the men throwing themselves at you then?" He asked, goading her but also inwardly cringing.
"Ha! Well, it certainly is interesting. Thankfully they all have been behaving like gentlemen, although I definitely have noticed them getting slightly more handsy as the night goes on and they fill up on alcohol." She giggled.
Suppressing a growl he decided to get to the reason he came over in the first place. "Well we are Dauntless, after all, it's bound to happen eventually. Any suitors catch your eye yet?" He asked, trying to simply sound like an interested friend.
"A couple." She replied trying to convince herself that she could actually be interested in someone besides Eric.
"Oh yeah, who?" He said doing his best to remain calm. Thankfully his hands were under the table so she couldn't see his knuckles turning white.
"I can't tell you that, what if word got out that I already had some men in mind? It might change the behavior of the rest of the suitors."
"You know you can trust me, who am I going to tell? I don't like many people and the ones I can stand are all too eagerly awaiting their go at you to hear anything I say."
"Hmm, I suppose that's true" she giggled as she looked over at her newly made group of friends. They were practically bouncing like puppies waiting in line across the room. "Alright, well I guess I can tell you...if you promise not to say anything to anyone."
"My lips are sealed, Princess."
"Well there is a man by the name of Gregor, he works in the intelligence sector."
"Ah yes, I know him. He transferred from Erudite, a couple years before I did I believe. He's too weak to be your King."
Freya just rolled her eyes and continued on, "and then there is Four."
Eric couldn't hold back his growl. "The stiff? Really Freya?"
"What, he is a sound choice. You barely beat him out during your initiation cycle, he has a high position here, even if he isn't a leader. People respect him and his opinion. He is strong and capable. Very Dauntless. He would make a good King."
"Nothing in there about you wanting him though...and he is still too...well stiff. You would be bored with him. He lacks passion and confidence. He has no spine when it comes to women and is far too soft spoken. He isn't enough for you."
"Oh yeah, well I think he would make a fine King. At any rate, the night isn't over yet, and speaking of I need to get back to the dance floor. Have a good night Eric, I will see you later." She said with a slightly irritated tone, then stood and returned to the crowd. Why was Eric doing this to her? Why would he care who she chose? He never showed any interest in her beyond protecting her. Perhaps he was just concerned about who his next King would be. Currently, he was one of the King's favorite members of Dauntless, this awarded him a lot of say in what happened within the faction and within his own life. If Four were to be King, with their animosity towards one another, he would lose his place at the top so to speak. Well, he would just have to deal with it. He didn't want her and he had no say in who she chose for a mate.
A couple more hours and the end of the line was finally in sight. Freya had met a few more men that she put on her 'maybe' list. Most of them from her new group of friends. She figured that she got along well with them, they were all attractive and they all were quite strong. They each had their drawbacks though and all the men on her list lacked that spark that she had hoped to find. The spark that she felt being near Eric. Speaking of Eric, where was he? Was he not going to even dance with her? It was Dauntless tradition, after all, for all the eligible men to dance with her, even if they didn't intend to offer. Tradition, not a requirement though.
Finally, she had made it to the last man of the night. She was glad to nearly be done, Dauntless men did get handsy when drinking and she tried to be polite as she knew that under normal circumstances they would treat their Princess with respect. She was still inwardly sulking over not having a chance to dance with Eric. She just wanted one moment with him. One romantic moment with her dream to keep her company for the rest of her life. She was pulled out of her thoughts though by having to re-position her current suitor's hand for what must be the fiftieth time since they had begun their dance. Apparently, he was an ass man and in his drunken stupor couldn't control himself.
"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night. Thank you for the dance...." she trailed off not remembering his name.
"Now, now Priiincess. We aren't done here yet. Come on, just come a little closer to me. Gotta get a feel for my wares." He slurred a bit, trying to press her up against him. She had about enough and was just about to deck him when she saw a hand tap the man on the shoulder.
"What?! We're not done here." Her drunken partner yelled before realizing who was about to ask to cut in on the dance. He continued his attempted mauling of her until he heard the interloper speak.
"That is no way to speak to your superior Jeremiah, and I should have you thrown in confinement for a month for treating your Princess like a piece of Pit fluff," Eric growled out. "Now, hand her over to a man who is actually worthy of her time and remove yourself from our presence before I decide to dangle you over the chasm."
"Y-y-y-yes Sir. So sorry Eric, Princess. I'll....be...be on my way." She scurried off, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
"Thank you...a minute longer and he would have ended up in the infirmary," Freya said to Eric.
"My pleasure Princess." He responded, smiling at her.
"You do enjoy scaring people don't you?" She laughed. "I'm finally finished if you would like to go home." She said to him. While it was tradition to be escorted to the ball by married Dauntless men, after the ball it was back to her normal routine, which still involved Eric being her bodyguard. She began to walk off the dance floor only to have her hand snatched and pulled in Eric's direction.
"Ah, ah. Not so fast Princess. It's my turn." He loosened his grip once she was facing him and bowed slightly towards her. "May I have this dance, Princess?"
Freya couldn't tell if he was being serious or not but just smiled and decided to go with it. "Of course Eric." She replied.
He wasted no time in pulling her the rest of the way towards him, minding to leave the proper amount of space between their bodies for the formality of the dance. A new song began and he expertly lead her around the dance floor. He was actually quite the gifted dancer.
"You know, you really don't have to dance with me if you don't want to. It's ok." She said, finally finding her voice.
"Oh, but I want to Princess. I've been waiting to get at you all night." He said in a deep sexy tone.
"Hahaha, Eric. Nice one."
"I'm serious Princess. I couldn't wait to have you in my arms." He replied given her a smoldering look as he gazed deeply into her eyes, never once fumbling a step of their dance.
"Eric, are you drunk?" She said in a somewhat hushed and quite serious voice.
"No, not at all."
"Then you must be kidding, we're friends Eric. You don't want me for a mate. Or were you just trying to seduce me for the evening?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, not completely against the idea.
"Oh I'm trying to seduce you for the evening....and then tomorrow evening, and the one after that, and the one after that....and, well....you get the picture."
"You're not kidding are you?" She asked, quite stunned. Her heart beating so hard it hurt.
"No, I'm not. I want you. I want you for all eternity. You will be mine Freya."
She nearly orgasmed after hearing not only his offer but also her name on his lips. She never knew her name could sound like that, and hearing the depth of his need to possess her completely, to own her, drove her mad. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to take her, to own her, to have her in every way he could. There was no denying any of that, not anymore. She was Dauntless after all, so after snapping out of her thoughts she regained her composure.
"Is that a formal offer Eric? You want to be my mate then?" She replied coolly.
"Yes." He growled out, not liking her tone of voice. He just knew she was going to give him a hard time over this.
"I will add you to my list of potential suitors then and let you know of my decision when I make it." She said with a wicked smile.
"Alright, Princess. I'll play your game." He said, ending the dance and pulling her into him. Their bodies now pressed together, his lips resting on her ear. "But remember, I know where you sleep, and tonight when you're laying there in that big bed of yours...touching your cunt and moaning my name like you did yesterday....remember you wanted to play games Freya."
She looked at him completely stunned and extremely embarrassed. He had seen her! However, before she could get her body to even begin to respond to her commands he stepped back and spoke again.
"Oh and I have a gift for you," he said and pulled the box with the necklace in it out of his pocket and opened it for her to see its contents. It was a thick twisted black rope held together at the ends (which was meant to be worn in the front) but two heavy metal circles. The circles were encrusted with tiny black diamonds. He took the necklace out of the box and secured it around her neck.
"Eric, you know I'm not supposed to take gifts from potential suitors." She said in barely a whisper.
"It's not from a potential suitor, it's from your mate Freya. You're mine." He stated firmly then walked off into the room, disappearing into the crowd.
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