Freya stood by the window of the house. Once again everyone was together. Most of the times she couldn't recognize herself, she wasn't anything like she used to be.
She could still remember the girl she used to be before she was involved with prince Amaru. She used to be free. But now she was just stuck, in a loveless relationship with the future of the kingdom on her shoulder.
Her mind flashed back to the day of the deal. The deal that took away her freedom and life.
~Flashback~
Freya's p.o.v
"Come in," Prince Amaru announced.
"Fine," I replied simply.
"I see. Well, do you know why you're here with me tonight?" Amaru asked in a light tone, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Yes. I know why I'm supposed to be with you tonight…but…I don't know why it has to be me," I replied honestly. Out of all those women his mother chose for him, why must it be me?
