Freya‘s pov.

I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a damn carriage. My entire body ached, my back still raw from the punishment, but at least I wasn’t drowning in agony anymore. Sleep had come heavily, like a thick, suffocating blanket, and I hadn’t even stirred until the first light broke through my small, grimy window.

I pushed myself upright, wincing at the soreness that rippled through me. Whatever healing balm Theon had brought me had helped, but not nearly ...