Seconoria.
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The first light of dawn filtered through the ornate windows of Freya's chambers, casting a golden hue over the room. Freya sat at her vanity, her expression hard as she brushed through her long, dark hair with deliberate strokes. She heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Theodore, coming to escort her to the court, as he did every morning.
She had warned him not to do that but she would've hated him if he'd adhered.
There was a soft pull of the door and Hannah came out through the door, her eyes caught Theodore's and she smiled, "Sir Theodore, Good morning" she wished, he looked at her in a differently now. She was the woman his best friend loved, she was fine, her loyalty to Freya alone makes her beautiful and he respected that. He met her brown eyes before he smiled, "How are you, Miss Hannah?"