FREYA
The white fox jumps right between me and Troy’s uncle, growling and showing its sharp teeth.
“Frost!” I exclaim, “What are you doing here?!”
My Guardian doesn’t move. He probably feels all the bad energy coming from the red-haired man. And as far as I know, Frost was never mistaken before. However, he is now growling at a member of the royal family and this is just too risky for him.
“Frost, come here!” I say softly and pick up the animal, “Please, forgive my little pet, my lord.”
I curtsy awkwardly, taking a mental note that I still need to learn how to do that better. In my defense, Frost is getting heavier and it’s hard to balance with him in my arms. But when I raise my eyes, I notice that the Uncle is now looking at me with a completely different facial expression.
