A gentle touch on her shoulder stirred Freya from her sleep. She blinked, her vision still hazy, before realizing that Mila was standing beside her bed, offering a soft smile.
“It’s still early,” Mila whispered, “but Lady Bea wanted to know if you’d be interested in joining her for some flying lessons today.”
Freya frowned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Flying lessons?”
Mila nodded. “Lady Bea teaches young children how to control their wings and prepare for flight once they develop them after puberty. She thought you might like to come watch.”
Freya sat up slowly, her fingers instinctively reaching for the necklace around her throat—the fate chain. The moment her fingertips brushed against the pendant, the memories of last night rushed back in.
Rion.
The way she had felt in his p
