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It was now day five, and Freya was still avoiding Arthur and his family. She does not often leave her room; all she does is eat and sleep there without going outdoors.

Flarry and his men had assaulted the five guards Luna had dispatched to investigate her identification, so it was not her concern anymore—her men would all be killed if she did not mind her own business and cease inquiring into her identity.

She hung her head toward the ceiling, propped her legs against the wall, and hummed while she nibbled on the goodies Sera had provided. Flarry mind-linked her. She chewed the food like a child, pouting her lips, "Hey buddy!"

"You locked yourself to your chamber, yet you refuse to return here. What precisely is your motivation behind that royal file?" Flarry queried. For once, Freya refusing to listen to him had become so annoying to him. "Would you like to become his official Luna? Then know that I will burn down that palace tonight.”

Laughing, she rolled over to face the opposite