Ronan’s POV
Freya took her time before finally turning to me. I had been running through the woods for hours trying to figure out the perfect way to resolve my dented relationships. I returned to the palace only to find out that Freya isn’t around.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked again sounding a bit furious.
She cleared her throat and fixed her jaw stubbornly. “What do you care?”
I stood up folding my arms. “I am still your husband and King, Freya. You should watch your tone with me. Where are you coming from and don’t you dare say your brother. I have asked Levi and he admitted to not seeing you.”
There was a shift in her eyes, but she was quick to get herself together. “What? Is it just Levi i have to run to? I do have friends who care about me. I have good people who are
