FREYA
Astra throws an angry gaze at me. Something tells me that we are not going to be friends.
Troy doesn’t say anything else, and silence is heavy in the room.
“I can come in here because I am also just a maid,” I add and the Crown Prince’s face twitches with anger, “I wonder though why our uniforms are so different. Care to explain, sir Delgar?”
“Into my office!” he spats and walks away. I follow him and hear how Astra makes a ‘tsk’ sound. I can only imagine how all this looks from aside. I appear here in a red dress, which only Troy’s mistresses wear, and he makes me go into his office while there is plenty of dirty work to be done around his chambers in preparations for the party. That’s why yesterday not a single guy made a dirty joke when I was walking the corridor! The
