Chapter 67
Freda’s POV
Having the breeze on my face brought freshness to my body. Who
knew taking a walk and talking could cheer me up?
Damien was sweet, and each time I thought about just how sweet he
was, there was this gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach. I tried
not to pay attention to it, or my plans to escape would crumble.
If I leave, will I ever come back? I asked myself as we made our way
back to the castle. I searched for the answer deep within me, and just
when I thought I’d found it, my thoughts were disturbed by the
cheerful sound of Christie’s voice. I looked up to see her coming
toward us, and I smiled.
“Ah, perfect timing. See Freda back to the chambers,” Damien said.
I looked up at him. “Alone?” Wasn’t he coming with me? The
confusion was evident on my face, and he smiled, rubbing my cheek
for a moment.
“I shall join you shortly. I have wounds I need to attend to. Since
Christie is here, let her accompany you on the walk back. I won’t take
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too long with the other affairs I need to handle.”
He smiled sweetly at me, and I couldn’t stop my cheeks from flushing.
I was even more embarrassed because Christie could see how affected
I was by him.
“Okay,” I said.
He dropped his hand. Giving me one last tender look, he turned and
walked away.
“Your Highness,” Christie said with a bow as he passed her.
“Come.” I stretched my hand toward her. She took it, smiling like a
child who’d just received her first candy. I was happy she liked me as
much as I liked her. It reminded me of my best friend. Thinking of it,
Christie had filled my thoughts of Kara for a while.
I knew Kara would be doing well, but she’d be missing me greatly. I
had promised her I was going to return. A feeling of sadness washed
over me, I missed her so much. If she’d been with me, she would
definitely love Christie. I needed to get out of here soon so I could see
her and tell her everything about Christie. I was sure Christie would
love her too.
“Are you okay?” I heard Christie ask.
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“Why?”
“For a moment, your mood went sour. Was it something I did? I’m sorry if I did something wrong. Was it because I came toward you the moment you and the king left the garden? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help
myself, and I—”
“It’s none of those things, Christie. You did nothing wrong. It’s nothing….my thoughts just drifted for a moment. You’re fine. Besides, if you hadn’t come, Damien would have just told one of the
when you up guards to walk me back. I’m glad you showed
did.”
Her cheeks flushed red. Christie couldn’t handle praise without
turning red. It was a pretty sight seeing her happy. I knew she loved it
when I praised her.
“You know, in all my time serving at the castle, I’ve never seen His Highness smile the way he did just now,” she said.
My heart beat faster. This felt like another revelation. Was he really
only nice to me?
“Tell me more,” I said without thinking. I wanted to know more.
We reached the room, and Christie wanted to leave, but I stopped her.
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“I want to know more about the things that have changed in him.” I
was genuinely curious. I shouldn’t be asking, I shouldn’t care to know
but I couldn’t help it. I was surprisingly interested in knowing more
about him.
“You’re a good luck charm. You’re like something Lady Elara made out
of magic solely for his happiness. I’ve never seen him so alive around a person. The only time he seemed more lively was whenever he came
back from a war.”
“Did he go to war often?” I asked, settling myself on the bed and patting the space beside me for Christie to sit. She shook her head.
“Come sit.”
“Sorry, I should leave soon so they don’t notice I’m gone from the
kitchen.”
I frowned. As much as I’d like her to stay away from Agatha, I didn’t
want her to get punished.
“It’s okay.”
“To answer your question, I don’t really know. I was always getting punished and locked up and didn’t come out much either. But the few times I saw His Highness, he always kept to himself. Didn’t talk much.
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Sometimes he never left his room, or he would visit the blood club
and not return for days. You know, we maids always thought he would
end up alone and unhappy. And if he was to be crowned king, he was
going to be a terrible one.”
She had a strange smile on her face that broke my heart.
“I’m glad you came into his life at the right time.”
The beating of my chest grew so loud in my ears that I lost focus for a
moment. Christie’s voice brought me back.
“What did you say?”
“How was your walk in the garden?” She smiled from ear to ear, and it
made me chuckle.
“It was wonderful. We talked about little things. He was sweet and
charming and–what?” Her smile had turned into a grin, much wider
now.
“You speak like you’re in love with him. You sound happy. You look
happy.”
My heart skipped. Was I happy? Am I in love?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.