"....." Freya neither confirmed nor denied, her expression calm and unreadable. She only raised her gaze to Arabella, who obviously came with ill intentions.
"At least you're aware of your shortcomings,'' Arabella scoffed lightly.
Freya remained unperturbed, letting the jab roll off her. Arabella could interpret her silence however she pleased. She had no interest in making her intentions blatantly obvious, like Arabella and many other young misses vying for favor with the Kratos family.
To her, an easy and predictable woman would quickly become dull in the ever-changing preferences of powerful men.
"Do you believe in the rumors as well?" Freya asked shortly after, her tone calm but probing.
This wasn't her first time of hearing such rumors. When they first came out, she had brought them up to her grandmother, who later assured her that they were not likely to be true.
Perhaps someone had intentions of spreading them.
