"Would you rather I end my statement with 'Your Majesty', Freya?"
When Freya raised her hand to slap some manners into her, she let out a scream and a stab pierced her palm. Freya looked to her hand, expecting to see blood, but it was only the throb of a nonexistent cut that hammered on her palm.
"Next time", Neera walked up to her, and Freya backed away a few steps. "You'd say goodbye to the entire arm", Neera smiled, and tilted her head to the side. "You don't happen to see the Queen, have you?"
"In…in the garden," Freya lied.
"You are a sweetheart", Neera gave her a bone chilling smile and walked off, the gown floating around her like sin.
Freya ran all the way to her brother's quarters, yelling off the guards who were too slow to open doors for her. She met Zavian in his study, nose buried deep in a book.
"Why didn't you tell me she is back?" Freya asked.
Zavian looked up. "Who?"
