Freya's p.o.v
The ride to the court was a quiet one. My eyes wandered outside the charlot, admiring the passing scenery. I could catch Lucien's eyes darting between me and the passing scenery from the corner of my eyes as we sat opposite each other.
"You will only speak when I order it," his voice broke the silence. "I don't want the last time repeating itself in the court."
I c****d my head as I finally turn to face him. What is this?
"Honestly, Lucien. I think it's only fair that you apologize for the last time," I said, not minding the clear clench of his jaw. "You marked me without my consent, that isn't right. You didn't even care to listen to me or why I did it. Instead, you locked me up in the dungeon for days. This isn't..."
"You little homine must be thinking highly of yours
