Freya’s POV
I lost all hope of being with Ezren, even though he set the mark. Nothing came from it. I worked on the campaign and traveled a lot, a lot, like more than I wanted to.
Tossing my suitcase onto my bed, I turned and hurried to the kitchen, smelling my favorite dish, dumplings and soup.
When I entered the kitchen, Sue turned and smiled. I gave her a small wave and sat at the island and watched like I did as a child.
“How is the campaign going?” she asked.
“Fine, I guess. The polls say I’m doing good.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “You look worn out.”
“I am. Campaigning is harder than I thought it would be.”
Sue laughed a deep belly laugh. And I smiled, energized by it.
“What?” I shrugged.
“Only you would think running for Alpha Queen would be easy.”
I shrugged
