FREYA
When we reach the Beaufort house, I already don’ feel my legs, bottom, back, hands… It was freezing and extremely uncomfortable the whole time. To the point that the coachman offered me his flask that clearly smelled of alcohol. And I was tempted to accept the offer! However, on the second thought, I decided that in this world it wouldn’t be appropriate for a lady to drink from a flask that a random man offers her. Also, it may be some kind of setup from the Beauforts… Who knows… I’d better not risk it until I am at the Academy!
We reach our house in the early morning and I jump off quickly, running to check on Rickie.
He is still sleeping when I enter his room and I brush my fingers through his hair. He looks so pale! His blue eyes open and he looks at me in shock.
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