Freya
“I’m so sorry,” Marcus said. “I didn’t think she’d be back so soon…I needed to take a leak and—“
“—It’s fine,” I replied, my throat and mouth as dry as a desert. “So, uh, Princess Helena is one of them, huh?”
“Afraid so,” Marcus replied. I was hoping he’d say more, but instead he walked over to me, pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to me.
“Thank you,” I said, and Marcus gave a little bow before he started to walk away, which made my blood boil. “You know, you could just tell me what’s happening,” I said. “I won’t say a word.”
He stopped, turned around and heaved a heavy sigh. “I wish I could, Miss Freya—“
“Freya is fine,” I say. “I don’t need such pleasantries.”
“I wish I could Freya,” Marcus corrected himself. “But telling you everything would just
