Freya
After my talk with Prince Damien and Marcus, I couldn’t sleep. My eyes tracing the decorative murals on the ceiling as I tried cup after cup of tea to calm my nerves, as if it would cure my curiosity with an air of dread.
What the hell could he be talking about? I asked myself as I tossed and turned. What could he possibly have done? Did I do something wrong and he’s not telling me? Would these people come on my sleep? Who were they?
The possibilities seemed endless, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly unsettled.
When my alarm buzzed, I sat up like a zombie, my eyes burning as I got up and got myself together for the day. Despite the unease I’d felt continuing with business as usual, there was no other way but forward. So, I made myself some calming
