Freya’s POV
Dirty Thoughts
The door flies open with a resounding slam, and in march Seraphina, Levina, and Freydis, each armed with wine glasses and multiple bottles of mead. Their arrival is loud and boisterous, and my peaceful room transforms into a scene of impending chaos.
“Whoa, hold up.” I raise an eyebrow at the sight of them. “You do realize that in two hours we’re supposed to be at the feast, right? As in, a formal gathering?”
Freydis rolls her eyes, waving me off as if I’m overreacting. “We know. Relax, we’re not planning on drinking all of it before we go. We’ll just store it here in your room for later.”
I narrow my eyes at her, already seeing through her paper-thin excuse. Freydis is many things, but a good liar isn’t one of them. She knows I see through her, but she does
