Freya's POV
King! What did she mean by the King? Surely she must be mistaken.
I pointed in his direction, unable to help the words that followed.
"That's the King? the King of the underworld?" I asked, my mouth refusing to stop, "But the king is old and ugly."
"Freya!" It was my father this time. "Sit down." His voice was cutting and commanding, pushing me to do his bidding.
Immediately, I sat down.
Adrien was the King? How was he the King? Panic bubbled up inside of me. Was he here to punish me or my family for how I addressed him? I forced my panic away, surely he wasn't so petty as to come all the way for that.
But then I remembered Dalia's story and my panic flared up again. His presence in our residence was utterly unexpected. The swirl of thoughts continued to dance around in my head, each one vying for attention.
