FREYA
Frederick is absolutely wasted. And he practically falls into the room.
“F’naly!” he mumbles when Troy catches him right before his face hits the floor.
“Oh my God!” I roll my eyes and try to help the Crown Prince to drag our classmate inside. It is a serious offense to be openly drunk on the Academy grounds. I mean, I know that boys do it a lot but all of them try to hide it. Frederick clearly doesn’t.
“Fred,” I freeze my palm and put it to his forehead to try and bring him to his senses, “What do you think you are doing.”
“You don’t get it,” he shrugs my hand off, “I am in love.”
Oh, please! Not this again. For the past month, he was looking for that mystery girl he met back at the palace. He checked almost every noble family but couldn’t find her. At some point at tim
