At Castle Cordon
Freya couldn't help but burn in her own embarrassment as she walked through the hallways of the castle. She had just gotten out of the infirmary after faking unconsciousness for what amounted to a few hours, and her back was practically sore after lying down with her eyes closed for what felt like forever with the healers fussing over her. Gideon had tried to stay with her over the course of the day, of course, but it would seem that he got called over for what seemed to be kitchen duty.
Thank the Almighty for small miracles, she supposed.
"That was close…"
She didn't know what she would do if Gideon had decided to hover over her supposedly unconscious form. She was only lucky that she had somehow managed to talk to the healer to keep her actual condition a secret. The kind woman then promptly convinced her mother and Gideon that she was better off being left alone to rest, much to the audible annoyance and worry from the two of them.
