Freya's p.o.v"What?!"My Aunt wasn't having any of it. She dragged a chair from the vanity to the bed in Elara's chamber where I am sitted."What in the name of blessed moon goddess did you just say, Freya?" she asked, towering over me with her average height before settling on the chair. "How do you mean you are journeying to the punisher to get its heart? Oh, blessed moon goddess, I reckon that witch hasn't had you enchanted, has she?"I sighed. "No, Aunt Lyra. I just can't afford to sit all day in the castle doing absolutely nothing to have him cured of the curses when infact he has just very few years left. I keep seeing the dream every damn time and it's all the same. He's going to die, Aunt Lyra. Maybe I can take the slaps, hits, humiliation and just everything that I normally won't from him but I can't take him being dead." My voice broke, shaking in my throat. Elara, sitting beside me held my hand in comfort. "Having a deal with Ravenna in exchange for his safety, I reckon ca
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