Freya
It had been days since I had rebuffed the prince’s advances, and things had become rather frigid between the Prince and I. Every time he saw me, his face would turn crimson, and his ways had gone back to a very formal tone, which had both simultaneously left me feeling a bit heartbroken and relieved.
It made my job easier, sure. Few words spoken, getting right down to work and getting out of there. However, a part of me had really begun to miss the closeness and friendship that had started to seep in before he’d come at me all horned up. Hell, I even found myself replaying that kiss in my head at night when I was alone. But I knew deep down keeping it professional was in the best interest of everyone, even if it sucked.
Marcus still hovered around me, and we’d become some sort
