Freya covered her mouth with her hands, giving herself a mental scold. How could she have said that out loud? It was meant to stay in her heart.
Rowan's brows arched, his arms now crossed on his chest. "Tell me more," he said with an interested look etched on his face as he tried to stop himself from smiling.
"T-tell you what? Let's go back to the palace, wasn't that why you followed me." Freya stammered, looking around as if it wasn't her who had said anything a few seconds ago.
"Silly girl," Rowan said, turning his back as if he were busy getting the horse ready, but the corner of his lips pulled up and he smiled.
Freya looked down at her feet, shifting them slowly. "Why am I a silly girl?"
