MARSHALL'S POV
The night seemed to stretch on endlessly as I lay in my chamber, my thoughts consumed by Freya. Her image lingered in my mind, and every time I closed my eyes, I could see her face, her eyes, her smile. The encounter at the restaurant had stirred something within me, something I couldn't ignore or dismiss.
The undeniable connection between us tugged at my heart, and I found myself yearning for her presence more than ever. But there was a part of me that wrestled with guilt and doubt.
My loyalty to my best was strong, and I couldn't let my feelings for Freya betray that. Yet, I couldn't deny the depth of my emotions for her. It was as if fate had orchestrated our meeting, throwing us together despite the vast differences in our worlds.
As the night wore on, I couldn't st
