Freya‘s pov.

The grand gates of the kingdom loomed ahead, their towering iron and gold design a testament to the wealth and power housed within these walls. As the caravan rolled through, I found myself gripping the worn fabric of my cloak tighter, my fingers curling into the folds as if the touch could anchor me to reality. My heart hammered a slow, ominous beat as the grand entrance of the royal mansion came into view. I did not belong here. I never would.

King Maximilian and ...