Chapter 8 The council meets

Maravelle stood over her, her eyes filled with icy contempt.

"Know your place, girl."

Freya slowly pressed her hand against her burning cheek.

"You will kneel whenever you come before me. Is that understood?"

Freya swallowed hard. "Y-Yes, Your Highness."

"Good."

Maravelle studied her for a mom...

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