Waking at the Palace
Freya's Point of View
She had been holding the word in her chest for a long moment before she let it out.
Not because she was unsure. She had made the decision before he finished the second sentence. But saying yes out loud to something felt different when you had spent most of your life not being asked for your opinion on anything at all. It felt strange in a way she had not expected, like a door that had been sealed for so long that the hinges needed a moment to remember how to move.
She looked at him across the table.
He was watching her the way he watched most things, quietly and without any visible urgency, giving her the space to arrive at her own answer in her own time. She could not tell if the patience came naturally to him or if he had simply learned tha
