Freya
“Freya?”
I heard my name being called from my door, and I opened my eyes, the dark blue-black of the room only interrupted by the light peeking through my window.
“Freya!” The voice called out again, a male voice, crisp and baritone. Familiar.
I wandered sleepily towards the door, yawning as I opened it, rubbing my eye only to open it and find Blake standing there.
“B-Blake?” I stammered, shocked to see him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I know who you are now,” he said as he’d pushed past me into the room. “I had to see you.”
“You can’t just infiltrate the royal’s castle to talk to me!” I whispered nervously as I looked out the door, hoping no one had heard. And when I was sure I hadn’t heard any stirring from the other rooms and quickly closed the door.
“You can
