Freya's POV
Opening Old Wound
The next day, we were all outside at the hall as usual, discussing the war, but all along, there was a great unspoken tension between myself and Lucian; I couldn't look him in the face, not after what transpired last night.
On the other hand was Bjorn, who kept staring at me and Lucian as if trying to figure out something.
But then, just as the tension was building, Freydis walked in with a cup of late; the cup looked like mine, and I stared at it closely... "Freydis, is that by any way my late?" I asked, and this question caused the entire atmosphere to change.
"I don't know, I found the late lying only in the fridge like so orphan, so I picked it up, is it yours?" She asked. Now my anger surged.
I placed my elbows on the massive wooden table, covering
