FREYA
“A great idea?” I arch my brow, looking at the Crown Prince. A feeling of uncertainty cements itself inside of me.
“Yes,” he smiles, showing off his perfect pearly whites, “I checked Rickie’s aura while you were gone and…”
“You did what?!” I gasp and he looks at me apologetically.
“I am sorry,” he lifts up his arms in defense motion, “I just wanted to check if he was fine after such a hard travel!”
“Sister,” Rickie joins him, “It’s true. His Highness… I mean Troy… He just wanted to help. He is very nice.”
I bite my lip and exhale quietly. Yes, I shouldn’t overreact and scare my brother.
“So,” Troy clears his throat, “The thing is, and, please, make a note here that I am not a healer. But I think that whatever sickness he has, he can be cured.”
My jaw is on the flo
