Ronan’s POV
I watched Freya closely as she played with her meal. Not even half of it is gone. She has never been a picky eater. However, that is what I have had to watch for the past few days now to my frustration. She is either doing it to remind me of my actions by being petty or her appetite is really not there. Both ways I am guilty of everything. It's my fault she isn’t acting like herself.
“My love, why aren’t you eating?” I asked.
She flared her nose at me with intense hurt in her eyes. Without a word, she took a loud gulp of water and left me at the table. The guards and maids in place kept their heads bowed pretending not to see what just happened. I am sure loads of rumors about our disagreements will spread out soon.
None of that bothers me though. I am more concerned abo
