"I won't go!" Freya exclaimed, instinctively retreating.Behind her was Frederick, laying on the stretcher.She hurried to his side, grasping his hand. "Fred, you wouldn't believe me when I told you that Selena wanted to get rid of me! Do you believe me now?""Someone must lead the way," Selena said, her gaze on Frederick.Though he was weak, half asleep, and dazed from the journey, she knew he was aware."If your prince were uninjured, he would go himself. As his woman, you should act as he would. Otherwise, you have no right to stand beside him," she added.Freya's cheeks flamed. She bristled with indignation, yet part of her truly feared that Selena would push her forward. Frederick's face was flushed as well, though whether from embarrassment or something else, no one could tell.When he tried to rise, William looked terrified and immediately urged, "Your Highness, you're still wounded! Don't strain yourself. I'll go in your stead."But before William even finished speaking
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