FREYA
I look at the Crown Prince with hesitation in my eyes and he just sits next to me.
Lea, Odrin and I look at each other intensely but say nothing.
“I prefer to solve my own problems,” I say politely, trying to slightly distance myself from Troy who he is suddenly way too close. He clenches his lips and the fork and knife in his hand seem to bend a bit at the pressure he applies. But then he just smiles at me, showing off his pearly whites.
“There is nothing bad in accepting help sometimes, Freya,” he looks me straight into the eye, “I just want to help you and prove that I had nothing to do with your being names as this year’s Ruby.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” I raise my brow.
“Come to the ball with me,” he says plainly and I give out a loud snort.
