Author’s POV
Freya felt herself hang backwards as she attempted to strike at Fiona. She couldn’t bring herself to be patient despite the cajoling of her brother. Fiona is to be blamed for all the things she got herself involved in. If she never walked into their lives she would have been living happily with Ronan.
“Get off me!” She yelled, struggling out of Isla’s grip. Fiona cowered into the bed. Freya pointed at her. “It is your fault. You planned this. You desperately wanted to be out in the open for everyone to see you as the king’s concubine. You tricked him into showing you off. It is all your fault.” She listed.
Fiona winced painfully at the jab in her underbelly. Her arm wrapped around her stomach protectively. “I dont know what you are talking about your majesty. I will never
