Lucian Draven’s POV
Journey Plan
"Lucian!" Freya’s voice echoes down the hallway, and I can’t help but groan in frustration. I’m standing in my quarters, tossing the last of my cloth into my travel bag. It’s been a long day, and Freya has been relentless, finding every opportunity to disrupt my preparations. Earlier, she called me into her chamber just to ask, "Can you hand me that blanket? It’s so far away." The damn thing was lying right at her feet.
The door to my room swings open without a knock, and there she is, Freya, standing with her hand on her hip, that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You need to prepare the evening meal," she says, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
I roll my eyes and grumble under my breath, "I hate you."
Freya shrugs, completely unbot
