Flairs’s POV
I had watched about two of them go up to his room. Whatever was going on had better be good. I inhaled at the stand post where I was talking with a guard and turned to return to my room.
“Goodnight man!” I said to him and as I turned, I saw her descending the stairs crying and running so quickly.
“Freya?!” I called her but she barely heard me or stopped.
I shrugged my shoulders and decided to leave her.
“She must have been told not to go into the king’s room. The king has been with his wife.” The guard who stood next to me watching her run past us said.
“She never listens,” I said and turned finally
Leaving.
“Goodnight my lord!” The guard said and bowed.
I strolled off to the hallway. Thinking of turning and heading to my room I decided to get some dinner. I knew I ha
