11. I can wash my own back

Freyja’s POV

"After you, my Princess," Eva said, showing me in.

Unsure of what was lurking ahead, I took baby steps, one step at a time. I cringed as the door closed behind us but I did not stop.

We continued through the hallway until we burst into a room. My mouth dropped open and I gasped in awe.

The room was well-illuminated. Its walls were high with beautiful paintings placed here and there.

I dashed in, appreciating the view.

“Is…is this all for me?“ I muttered in astonishment as I beheld different gowns and regalia hanging down from a cloth rack. There were shoe racks and a section of jewelry too.

Eva cleared her throat noisily from behind, making me jump. I was lost in my perusal and I had forgotten that I wasn't alone.

"I am sorry my Princess, I didn't mean to…" Eva apologized but I interrupted her shaking my head.

"You did nothing wrong… I was carried away," I said, laughing awkwardly.

“Very well then… let me lead you to your room." She stepped forward and bowed before me. H