Freya’s POV
“Where have you been?” My newly found mother asked.
“I was left here at a young age.” Billy answered. “I grew up in the orphanage.” The queen nodded with a sad smile on her face.
“And you Zel…Freya?” She corrected herself. “I understand you were brought up as a rogue, who raised my daughter?” Her smile morphed quickly into a wide opened mouth and equally wide eyes when she heard my answer.
“Jeffrey.”
Billy pulled me into a caring hug as he noticed the tears I was crying from the memories of all the cruelty, Jeffrey had put me through. He rocked and hushed me, until I calmed and gathered my memories, returning them to the locked box, I had kept in the darkest recess of my mind.
“The man who beat and starved you..?” My father began to snarl.
“Beaten and starved?” My mothe
