{"I confess that I want him, I thank the maker of the realm that gave him to me. The exultation floods me."}
FREY KAYNE'S POV
Ma rushed out of the house before I even stepped onto the porch. Her finger pointed straight at me, and she cursed under her breath. This time, though, it was not angering; it was worry. I could not muster a response, only a sad, hollow smile. She froze mid-step, her expression softening as she realized something was wrong.
"What happened, Freyr?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper now.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words refused to form, and the weight of my emotions swelled in my chest. Shaking my head, I felt the sadness claw its way up my throat, threatening to spill out in sobs. My heart ached as though pierced by a shard of ice.
Ma reached for my arm, her touch firm yet gentle. "Come," she said simply, pulling me inside.
