Freya POV
The king stood in front of me, his eyes widened and mouth agape, shouting the words in my direction. I recoiled in fear as my mind wandered to the worst possibility, is his hatred for the rogue population so strong, that he wouldn’t even give one unloved wretch, a chance to prove herself loyal to the crown?
I watch him carefully as he begins walking towards me, apologising for scaring me. I straighten up, dusting myself down to make myself look as presentable as I can, I know I can’t show my true fear towards this man.
I am taken aback, when he finally reaches me, placing his hand on my arm to rub comfort to my shaky figure. I can’t concentrate on anything he says, I just stand, stunned at the caring action he has just offered me and the amount of warmth I feel towards him.
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