Unmarried woman seducing a man

Freya couldn't believe what she heard. Not once in her life had she been made to eat things others had eaten. Okay fine, once she had grabbed her cousin's candied apple and took a big bite. But that happened when they were young.

As an adult, she wouldn't have dreamt of someone making her eat their leftovers. It was ridiculous and disrespectful just thinking of it.

This was her thought but in truth refusing the crown prince wasn't really an option. Who knew what this tyrant would do next?

As expected Crown Prince Roan seemed dissatisfied with her slow response. He took a step forward his eyes as cold as a glacier. Freya was forced to take another step back her entire being suffocated by the oppressive aura emanating from him.

With his face a few inches closer to hers, Freya turned her head to the side her entire body stiff.

Crown Prince Roan glanced at her soft and delicate skin that looked like it would bruise easily if pinched.

"Did you just dislike the crown prince of Odassal Freya, the servant of the Wright family?" he asked and the sound of his voice sent tremors all over her body.

Wanting it to end she glanced at the piece of custard tart with berry toppings in his hand before directly eating it.

Crown Prince Roan, "...."

Freya, "..."

She had not only eaten from the crown prince's hand but she had also bit his fingers. The two of them froze with their gazes locked together.

Freya loosened her teeth and subconsciously stretched out her tongue licking away the crumbs and saliva from the man's fingers.

Crown Prince Roan immediately retracted his hand like he had been struck by lightning. "I," said Freya only for the crown prince to turn on his heel and walk off without saying a word.

Freya, "..."

"I haven't even apologised yet," she mumbled as she watched the man's figure disappear around the corner. The embarrassment and shame she felt after that were suddenly swept away when she recalled that he was the one who had bullied her first.

She was just minding her own business when he showed up and messed with her. As she walked away a maidservant who had seen everything peered her head out of the corner. She bit her lower lip before turning to find the matron.

Two hours later, Queen Rhea was sitting in her seat inside her chambers with the same maidservant kneeling before her tremblingly.

From the expression on her face, she didn't seem happy at all. With a wave of her hand, she said, "See her off and reward her for her hard work."

"Thank you, your majesty, thank you," whispered the maidservant showing her gratitude as someone helped her to her feet.

After the maidservant left, the matron spoke up, "Your majesty, what do we do?"

A cold murderous light flashed in Queen Rhea's eyes as she said, "What is the punishment for an unmarried woman seducing a man?" Matron Dour's lips suddenly quirked on one side as she recited the punishment.

The unsuspecting Freya was staring at the crochet in the instructor's hands with a look of defeat. She couldn't understand why they had to learn such things.

It seemed so ridiculous but who was she to say something? She picked up the needle her expression stern like she was facing an enemy.

"Let me help you. I grew up crocheting," said a sweet milky voice that only made her irritable. After that betrayal, Rose wouldn't be so naive as to think that they could be friends again, right?

Freya ignored her like there was nothing but air beside her. Rose's chest tightened seeing the cold treatment from Freya.

She understood that this was only a normal response but she was unwilling to let it go. "Look, I am sorry about last time. You know who told me to do it and I was afraid she would retaliate against me. You of all people should understand, right? She has been targeting you and you know her methods... Surely you must understand my predicament."

Rose said all she had to say but Freya didn't even spare her a glance. She was learning seriously.

After being ignored for so long, Rose soon shut her mouth but she didn't move to sit elsewhere.

Despite learning for an hour, Freya didn't seem to be getting the hang of it. Her crochet wasn't the ugliest but it was so bad that even she couldn't look at it.

It seemed Isabella also noticed that her crochet was bad that she kept snarking and taunting her from a distance. She and the other girls would snicker and giggle at her expense but Freya didn't even give the satisfaction.

Not getting the response that she wanted, Isabella wasn't going to let this go easily. When the instructor left for a few minutes, Isabella came over and sat opposite her before grabbing the crochet.

"What the hell is this? It looks rubbish," she said and the other girls who got along with her laughed mockingly following in the footsteps of their leader.

Isabella placed her hands on the table while leaning forward and asked, "Why not just quit, huh? I mean you are a train wreck. You can't seem to get anything done right so why bother staying when you have no chance?" she said in a condescending tone.

Freya felt nothing after being taken jabs at. This was just the tantrum of a spoilt brat after all. She just took her messy crochet back before saying, "I can say the same thing about you. I will quit when you quit."

The young girls laughed accidentally before shutting their mouths having realised what they had done.

Just then two maidservants serving the queen walked in and bowed before the noble ladies. After that, they grabbed Freya on either side before dragging her outside.

Freya was a little taken aback but she didn't struggle. They were operating under the orders of the queen and if she fought it was tantamount to fighting the queen herself.

The two women harshly let her go right at the queen's feet. Freya was forced to remain kneeling and the wounds on her knees from earlier made her wince in pain.

"Do you admit to the crime of seducing his royal highness Crown Prince Roan?" asked Queen Rhea and the young women bowing behind her were shocked.

Freya, "..."

'When did I even do that?' she thought to herself facing this group of power-hungry women.

Queen Rhea gestured to the matron and the matron took a step forward before smacking her face so hard that Freya saw stars.

"I di-," she said but before she could even finish her other cheek was struck with a backhanded slap. Freya accidentally bit her cheek thus a streak of blood flowed down at the corner of her lips as she knelt with her face stiffly tilted to the side.