A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 10 Freya

"I must say. This waiting started out as tedious, but it has become one of my favourite parts in my daily routine now." Lord Escar sat down before her. Freya gave him a smile back. His dark eyes had a spark to them that she wanted to get away from.

"Is that so?" She asked back, doing her best to lean back and create more space between them.

"Yes, I am waiting for my bride." He said back and to her surprise, he took her hand in his. Holding it firmly. "I am waiting to take the title of Lord of Spring. And be a part of the Spring Courts history."

"The waiting will be worth it." Freya tried to pull back her hand, but his grip on it was too strong.

"I hope so..." Now he lifted his other arm, dragging a finger over her skin. She hoped that the goosebumps could be seen as a good thing, and not that her entire body wanted to scream at him. "To be your first and only..." He leaned closer, over the table, closing the distance between them. "But maybe I shall ask if you can partake in Calanmai, to ensure that you only will be mine."

"Maybe I want to wait for a wedding night? A truly special moment?" She tried to sound innocent and nervous. She tried to act like the thought of sex made her blush. If he only knew what types of wild fantasies she had behind closed doors.

"Maybe..." His beard scratched her skin, and this wave of shivers was of a different kind. "I can't wait to take what I have been promised." He leaned back, and Freya did her best to just look like a blushing mess, pushing her anger down and the disgust that final touch had made her feel.

"Soon."

"I hope... our duty is to bring your father an heir before he fades. And that can take time." Lord Escars eyes moved over her body. Up and down... The pale pink dress and corset underneath it did its best to enhance her breasts and create an illusion that her hips were wider.

"You will have a hard time, but so did your mother." Dorothea always said when she inspected her body. "A late bloomer, but that will soon change." Freya hated it, she hated to stand naked before the female and see how she inspected her thin, bony body. She had turned eighteen this past winter. A very late bloomer indeed.

Lord Escars eyes continued to move up and down her body, almost like he was undressing her.

"That day will come too, now I have some more invitations to write." She got up, excusing herself. She needed to get away. Needed to deal with her screaming mind.

The door to her room had two sets of locks. And she used them both once she entered it. A new bouquet of flowers had been placed near it, and Freya let out a breath. Fast she lossend the corset, and changed to a set of leggings and a loose shirt. Then she picked out one of her many books and threw herself down on her bed to read. She had all invitations finished and ready to be sent out the moment the wedding was going to happen. Dorothea forced her to look over the invite list once a month, together with the setting arrangement.

Every part of that wedding was done and ready. All they were waiting for was her, and her stupid and sick body. No matter how much she hated it, it was also a blessing. A way The Mother told them that she was far from ready.

She had never left the castle, not in ways she could remember. The wedding was meant to be the moment Tamlin told his court about her. His daughter. Freya had made the dress, made sure that it was exactly what she wanted, within the traditions that guided her.

And had it not been Lord Escar, had it not been an arrangement that had been planned from the moment she was born, she might have been excited.

The words in her book blurred together and she gave up on reading. Instead she laid on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Wondering what would happen once that day came.