Author’s POV
Freya slammed the door violently as she breathed with difficulty. She felt a tight sensation in her chest. She stretched out her hand to hold onto the couch. It took a while for her breathing to remain stable.
“Your majesty, is everything okay?” Ava hurried into the room.
“Help me to the bed,” Freya instructed.
“What happened? One of the maids told me you didn’t look too well, that was why I came. I shouldn’t have left you by yourself. Do you need me to call the doctor?”
“Stop it, Ava. I am fine.”
“Okay.” The older woman drawled doubtfully.
“She has to die. This time I want her out of Ronan’s life and I do not care if the child follows suit.” She gritted.
Freya couldn’t get the look Ronan had in his eyes off her memory when he was talking about Fiona. He didn’t
