Freya’s pov
“My father invited you to have dinner with us tonight,” Andrew said, and I frowned.
“You are telling me the same man who wouldn’t shake my hand invited me for dinner?” I asked him and he nodded.
I looked at him, and he was panicking, and I realized something. His father unnerves him.
Every time he is around his father or he is mentioned, I have noticed that he tends to tense up.
I don’t think it’s fear, and at the same time, I also don’t think it’s respect.
I just sighed and gestured that he sit down and relax.
“I tried making an excuse that you are busy and all, but he didn’t listen. He insisted that I run it by you first,” he explained.
I didn’t say anything and just allowed myself to process the information.
I want to be in proximity to the Alpha King again.
