Freya“Hmm hmm huh hmm,” I’d hummed to myself as I took the fresh linens out of the rolling cart, the scent of lavender and vanilla wafting into my nose, the soft soothing smells putting a smile on my face.It had been a week or two since Helena’s attack, and though bruises had dotted my face, my spirits were no longer broken thanks to Ava. She had been so supportive, and we’d eat dinner with one another each night, swapping tales of our old lives. In my tales, I’d redacted the fact I was the Silvermoon alpha’s daughter of course. And while I did miss my mother, Raven, and especially Lucy… Ava had begun to fill that void for me.Our bond had come quite swiftly, yet naturally. Eventually I hoped I’d be able to get hold of a phone again, but until then I wouldn’t be able to call Lucy… and I knew in my heart I’d never be able to call home.As much as I loved them, I couldn’t stand the idea of being dragged back and locked up in my room again. starving myself because I wasn’t willing to b
Damien “Your majesty,” Marcus said, his wavy locks bouncing as he peeked into my office.“Hmm?” I grunted in response as I shuffled through more paperwork, a bunch of stuff my father had delegated me to be involved with. AKA things my father didn’t want to bother with.“Dinner is almost ready,” Marcus replied, and I felt my lip curl in disgust.“Just have Freya bring it here,” I said as I signed a document for the Dark Stars, approving some sort of building project in their territory. “I’m quite busy with this load of approvals father dropped into my lap.”“That’s the thing,” Marcus replied, nervously scratching the back of his head. “Your father wants you to be present, as does—““—Ugh,” I protested, throwing my pen down on the desk.“Why can’t he see that harpy for what she is?” I asked.“Someday he will,” Marcus replied. “But if we are going to continue our detective work on Queen Evelyn—““—I know, I know…keep up appearances,” I agreed as I stood up and pushed my chair in.“Anoth
Freya “I’m so sorry,” Marcus said. “I didn’t think she’d be back so soon…I needed to take a leak and—““—It’s fine,” I replied, my throat and mouth as dry as a desert. “So, uh, Princess Helena is one of them, huh?”“Afraid so,” Marcus replied. I was hoping he’d say more, but instead he walked over to me, pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to me.“Thank you,” I said, and Marcus gave a little bow before he started to walk away, which made my blood boil. “You know, you could just tell me what’s happening,” I said. “I won’t say a word.”He stopped, turned around and heaved a heavy sigh. “I wish I could, Miss Freya—““Freya is fine,” I say. “I don’t need such pleasantries.”“I wish I could Freya,” Marcus corrected himself. “But telling you everything would just put you in even more danger.”Before I could say anything else, Marcus took off, his footfalls quick and swift. “Damn it,” I said, stamping my foot, taking a moment to gather myself.Well at least that’s one
Freya After my talk with Prince Damien and Marcus, I couldn’t sleep. My eyes tracing the decorative murals on the ceiling as I tried cup after cup of tea to calm my nerves, as if it would cure my curiosity with an air of dread.What the hell could he be talking about? I asked myself as I tossed and turned. What could he possibly have done? Did I do something wrong and he’s not telling me? Would these people come on my sleep? Who were they?The possibilities seemed endless, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly unsettled.When my alarm buzzed, I sat up like a zombie, my eyes burning as I got up and got myself together for the day. Despite the unease I’d felt continuing with business as usual, there was no other way but forward. So, I made myself some calming tea, got dressed, and walked out into the hallway to see what the day had in store for me.I did the prince’s quarters first, which luckily wasn’t much given all the work I’d done the day before— laundry, p
Freya It had been a long, long day. After waking up super late, I’d spent the day washing bed linens, tending to Prince Damien’s wound, as well as gathering herbs in the garden for more medicine for him the future. The medicine cabinet had been very lacking, and I sensed I was going to need better supplies, especially if Prince Damien was as accident prone as Marcus joked he was.It'd been strange that Marcus hovered around me all day, but I had figured since the prince was stuck in his office most of the day, that he was just bored. I would’ve figured he’d go off guarding the front of the place of something instead of bothering to spend time with me, however, but I definitely didn’t mind the company. He was pretty nice, after all.Finally, after I had eaten and I was done for the day, I made it back down to my little slice of the castle. I stepped into my room, I stretched my arms wide, heaving a big sigh of relief that the day was over. I walked into my bathroom, got some fresh cha
Damien “Freya should be here shortly,” Marcus said to me as he walked into my office where I sat at my computer, fielding the emails and letters from the different packs of the kingdom my father didn’t want to bother with. Part of the job of being the eldest son I guess. War hero and diplomat of sorts.“Excellent,” I said. “I need my bed linens cleaned, and I’d like her to recheck and redress my wound.”“What wound?” Marcus asked.“Nothing special,” I replied. “I was sparring with the youngest, and he honestly got me pretty good.”“Fuck sake, Damien! That was a nearly a week ago!” Marcus groaned. “You didn’t get it checked?”“No…I’ve been busy,” I replied with a shrug. “But apparently it was becoming a problem.”“Busy or not, you need to take care of yourself,” Marcus insisted, and as he’d spoke my phone began to bounce across the table in from of me, buzzing loudly. I picked it up to look at the screen, and I let out a loud groan.“Helena again?” Marcus asked as he took a seat in th