"Zavian," Freya called when she saw him walk toward them. His expression was dark, and his eyes stared at her hand, which held Neera's neck.
"Let her go." He said, and she frowned;
"Zavian, you can't keep saving this girl…"
"I said, let her go," Zavian spoke again, this time more affirmatively.
Freya hesitated for a second, then she withdrew her hand from Neera's neck.
"Go in, Neera," Zavian ordered the girl, who was on the ground and panting heavily. Neera held her neck and stood from the ground.
"Thank you, your majesty." She spoke before disappearing into the king's court.
There was silence, minutes after she had left, and Zavian walked to Freya.
"Let's go to a quiet place." He said, and Freya fumed, but still followed him.
Zavian walked to the orchard and sat down on a carved seat made of stone, then pointed beside him.
"Sit." He said to Freya, and she glared at him before she sat down.
