Ronan’s POV
“Can’t any of you answer me?” Freya asked again and she had irritation clear in her voice.
I knew we might bump into her since we are still in the day. But I couldn’t care less of what anyone might think. Fiona is carrying my child and i am going to do all that it takes to help her have a safe delivery. Irrespective of what anyone, not even my queen, might think.
“Can you not raise your voice like we are fighting?” I rebuked.
Freya sucked her teeth, the maids behind her even though they had their heads bound were mumbling to themselves. I wonder why she finds it hard to walk alone. “Why is Fiona locked in your arms early in the day?”
“I….” Fiona wanted to respond but I stopped her.
Keeping my face calm, i held Freya’s gaze. “The doctor advised Fiona to exercise as fre
