71 By Order of the Queen

The first instinct Freya had was to pick up her quill and write a letter. But it was no use! These types of questions needed to be asked to his face so she could read his reaction.

"Ughh!!" she cried in frustration and stabbed the wooden table with the sharp blade in her right hand. The dagger stood erect, making a deep hole in the polished mahogany desk.

Freya cocked her head to the right and looked herself in the eyes.

'Am I a fool?' she asked her reflection, 'No! I certainly am not!"

She stood up and marched over to the door.

"Bring me my waiting ladies!!" she ordered the guard and as quick as she opened the door, she slammed it shut again!

She opened her hand and shook the earrings around in her open palm.

Offensive pretty little things that had caused her head to swirl with doubts.

She opened a small porcelain jar and dropped them inside, making a vow to throw them into Sebastian's breakfast plate the moment he returned.

What will he say? She thought.