FREYA’S POV “Freya, this is false accusation.” Vivian chimed. Madam Grace’s eyes narrowed toward Lady Maeve for support, and as expected, she ran to the rescue. “Freya, a Luna should be considerate. When did you get so brazen? Madam Grace would never do something like that.” Lady Maeve took her tea, slowly bringing it to her lips. Her brows arched. “You must have imagined it.” For a moment, I almost doubted myself, but the heat beneath my skin told another story. It didn’t matter. They harmed me first, and I wouldn’t let them off. I leaned forward on the seat, a low smile crawling over my face, stretching my hand toward Lady Maeve so she wouldn’t have any chance to deny it. “Mother, could it be that you’re trying to protect your servant?” “You’re talking nonsense!” Vivian scoffed. I pulled back, another idea flashing through my mind. “You're right, mother would never harm me.” Lady Maeve sipped her tea, her shoulders propped up, signaling her victory. But I wasn’t done. “
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