It was the day of the festival. After her chat with the deputy chief minister, Freya had left the Red Fang Pack, promising to return, but she secretly knows that she will not be going back.
It would have been nicer if money had been provided since Flarry would assist her, knowing that they were on their way to achieving their goal.
After taking the gown that Arthur had bought her, she gently traced her eyes over it before letting it fall to the bed. She could not stop thinking about what she was going to do at that point.
One thing she cannot do is leave the Pack and never come back. Since no one recognizes her as the Princess, she will be put to death for entering the palace and attacking the King. “So should I just let them have the throne? Arthur isn't even going to last long on i
