Ronin
Ronin struggled to sleep. The rest of the night had passed in a blur, and he had seen very little of Freya. Whenever their eyes had met across the room, the Princess had flushed. She always looked so beautiful, and he wondered what was wrong with him, to see her so objectively. He was uncomfortable, retiring to his room as early as could be considered polite.
Stretched out on the bed, he held his arm over his face. How had that happened? How had he kissed Freya, why had he kissed Freya? His insides were tight with nausea. His main thought was Thea, and his dread of her finding out what had happened, so publicly. The declaration for all the Court to see, that he and Freya were intent upon the betrothal that they had agreed upon.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, the awkward ki
