FREYA
“Desmond,” I rub my forehead as I always do when I am stressed, “Please, tell me that this is a bad joke!”
“I wish I could, my love,” he sighs and sits on the side of my armchair, “But I checked it personally and he is gone.”
“Unbelievable!” I stomp my foot with force.
Reagan Asmir escaped his dungeon cell tonight. And this is the talk of the Kingdom now. We are back to square one! After everything!
“Calm down,” Desmond brushes my hair with his fingers, “It doesn’t matter. I am still going to get him. And now I don’t have to be gentle when I find him. Since he is a fugitive now. In some sense, it’s even better.”
“I don’t like how calm you are about all this,” I admit, “You are getting cocky And as a result – reckless.”
“Asmir can’t do anything to me anymore,” Des tries to calm
