Freya’s POV
I meandered through the World’s Pack palace, stomach sour, and heartburn raging. I had no clue how soup and bread could do that to a person. I groaned. Eating had become a chore. All I wanted to do was vomit and sleep. It didn’t make sense. It had to be all the pressure of being queen. There was so much to do.
I hugged myself in my comfy jammies and bear feet, wandering the halls looking for a distraction. I didn’t like living in the Queen’s quarters. I didn’t like living in the palace. I wanted to go home. I didn’t know why I couldn’t work from there. I could bring in more security for diplomats to come in. I had plenty of space, but the high council didn’t agree.
I missed Ezren. I hadn’t seen him for several days. He had been out of the hospital for three weeks, and he ha
