After Sebastian had been put to bed, Thea stood before the Princess that evening, her hands on her hips. Mouth in a flat line of feigned disapproval.
‘Tell me again?’ She lifted an eyebrow, pretending that she didn’t already know Freya’s news. She knew that it was mean, but she so rarely had an opportunity to tease Freya, that she was going to make the most of it.
Freya stood before her, dainty hands pulled together as she twisted them around.
‘I’m going to marry Ilan,’ she repeated her words. The first announcement had been tremulous, soft. But despite her nervous movements, she sounded more confident. Thea held back her smile. She was nervous herself, afterall, she had betrayed her friend and could only hope that Freya was able to forgive her.
‘You’re going to marry Ilan?’
‘We’re
