Anger flooded her veins as the assassin started to dig the grave right in front of her eyes. She thought, "I do not care, Arthur; you can do your worst when I return—but do not cross the line so you do not lose your life tonight." She pulled out her sword and spun around to charge the assassin, who was already feeling pursued. A sword duel broke out between them as he brandished his weapon. They glared at each other, their swords colliding and crossing each other as they exploded with rage. She withdrew, reaching for a knife she was holding in her left hand, slashed at his neck, and jumped forward to meet him. Rather than retreat, he ignored the wound and charged at her, swinging his sword, to which she answered with a clang that reverberated through the shrub. "Retreat!" she yelled at him. However, she was met with an unexpected blow to the face that knocked her to the ground. He moved forward brandishing his sword, and she fell backwards ... ..and as soon as she was upright, she l
Freya stayed in her room until after nine in the morning. She was still in there, staring at the ceiling while lying on the bed with her legs propped up against the wall. All she was bothered by last night's events—the maid, then the assassin. Though her instincts prevent her from thinking positively, she wants to think that they are not spies. "It is likely that she is using them to trick me because she recognized me." She reminded herself once more. However, thinking back to the chats Luna had with the assassin prior to his departure from the house yesterday, it did not seem like she was taking advantage of him, and the maid dressing down to protect her is evidence that they are real. "Is she aware that it was me? And that I am an assassin?” Shaking her head, she turned to face the opposite end of the bed. "Now, how long has it been? Were they here because they had to save me? But, if that assassin is real, why does he work for her?" At that moment, she remembered the last thing t
It dawned on her that Arthur was not dressed like a king as she strolled beside him and observed how people were staring at them. She gave him a tap. "Is this a fun way to go out?" He chuckled. "I want people to respect and avoid me, but I do not want them to know that I am their king." She grinned and thought, "Better for you, since it will soon be known by everyone that the throne is not rightfully yours." He nodded when she told him, "It is okay to dress up in order to meet people." Pausing, he gestured toward the bar. “Let's have a drink. It will be enjoyable to discuss drinking outside the palace for the first time in a while.” She gave a shoulder shrug. "I can not carry you to the palace if you are drunk; I just hope you can handle emptying multiple bottles." "If I get drunk, I will just sleep in there because we will pay for a room there." Though she did not think it was amusing, he thought it was. “What about your mother? Won't she be mad at you?” She inquired, knowing w
Finding herself nude on the floor, Freya was taken aback. She wiped her face, thinking it was just a dream, and then looked down at her nude body once more. “Wait! I must be insane," she exclaimed as she instantly got to her feet and noticed Arthur lying next to her. "What transpired between us? Hope it isn't what I'm thinking?” Reassuring herself that it was just a thought, she shook her head. She reached for her clothes and pulled them on, glancing at the table, which was still filled with cups and liquor bottles. "You mean we had a drink and then passed out? Nothing else occurred, correct?" She nodded, about to move, but felt something painful beneath her. She paused, bending her head to peer beneath her thighs to see what was happening there. She noticed a bloodstain on the floor as soon as she turned. “Eeeish! This should just be a dream, I'd prefer it.” She reclined on the floor once more and remained there for some time before getting up, but nothing had changed. “I messed my
Luna's arrival cut short the conversation Freya was holding with Alpha Arthur. Before bending to meet her, she fixed the woman with her gaze and pretended to smile. "Greetings, Your Highness,” she patted Arthur on the back. "I need to get some rest; we can talk later." "Why are you going right now, right after I showed up? Continue what you were saying?” Luna approached. They took a peek at themselves. "Mother, would you like to hear what we spoke about?" Arthur inquired. She winked. "Are you concealing anything from us?" she said, gulping and turning to face Freya. "Where did you and him go today? I searched for the both of you but none of the servants knew your whereabouts.” “Ummm! We took a walk outside the palace. That's all.” Freya responded, attempting to avoid suspicion. Luna nodded. “I see, you went on a walk with him as the acting Luna right?” She nodded again, smiling shyly, knowing full well that she was searching for something to turn against her. "I shall be inside
Watching Freya dump the dinner on the floor, Elora stepped closer and lifted her hand to strike her, but she restrained it. “Didn't I warn you not to try this? Are you going nuts?” she pushed her backward. "Fine, I will prepare another supper for you; just think of me as a lifesaver," she continued, preparing to depart when Arthur drew her back. She swallowed saliva, knowing that he was so incensed that his eyes had become golden-orange. “What has come over you? I mean, who do you think you are?” His voice reverberated across the room. She glanced around. She really despises it when he asks her such a question. How would she explain to him that she is an assassin seeking vengeance? "As I said, consider me a lifesaver." “That's rubbish!” he yelled, pulling her arm backward. “Do you know how long it took to prepare this meal that you spilled? And you want me to wait this long before you prepare another one in the name of being the acting Luna, right?" Freya tightened her teeth. At t
She did not say anything to Arthur until she had finished cooking, and he stopped asking after that since he thought she was uncomfortable with the questions. To keep the secret about herself hidden, Freya decided that becoming silent would be the best course of action. As she prepared to depart after serving him the lunch, he gave her the command to sit and observe him as it was her duty. "What? I can not sit and do nothing." With a grin, she said. "I am coming..." She went outside and came back holding a spoon. His expression twisted. "What are you planning to do?" "Obviously, eat with you. You expect me to lick my lips and watch you eat in front of me? It is impossible!" She sat down and joined him. Having tried to think of something to say to her, he was at a loss for words, so he chose to let it go and feel free instead. "You should not behave in such a manner; moreover, we had a meal at the…” "Shhhhhh!" he interrupted her. That is something no one should know and should re
She considered returning to the palace a few minutes after Flarry left her, but she mustered the resolve to face the assassin first. She walked away, toward the mountain. Nobody was there when she arrived. She decided to return to the palace before it was too late after looking about but finding no one. However, as soon as she took a step forward, a massive arm grabbed her neck from behind. Since that was the simplest method for an assassin to murder, she was prepared for it. The goal is to first catch the victim off guard, and then to grab them in a challenging position so they are unable to protect themselves. She raised her eyebrows to look into his face, but she felt uncomfortable, so she tapped her elbow on his side, hoping to bruise his ribs and cause instability. Her sword was already glistening on his neck as she turned. "Who are you precisely, and what does it imply that you shielded me with that?" One could wonder what was wrong with her because of the calmness in her voi