Upon handing Arthur the royal file, Freya entered her chamber and saw Flarry seated. Her thoughts drifted off. How much time has he spent here? He was an assassin, so there was no need to question how he got in. Was there a chance he was following her and listening in on their conversations?
He was lowering his head down, so she moved in closer and gave him a little smack on the shoulder. “How long did you wait?” Whatever the case, she must pretend as if nothing had occurred.
He raised his head. "I followed you after seeing you go, just to see what you were up to."
“Don't you know it's a crime? Perhaps, this is the palace too…” Freya scolded him and he giggled. “What’s funny? That you came here without letting me know?”
He got to his feet. His expression contorted. “I came because you
