Crimson Peak fanfiction

9. Visited

Edith P.O.V
I've begun to worry about Freya. She refused to come out of her rooms for a whole week until Father grew tired of her sulking and threatened to break down her door unless she came out. Even though she is now venturing out, she has lost her luster. She now wanders aimlessly, and has been loosing weight. The only time any life seems to return to her eyes is when callers come, and even then she rushes off to either the kitchen or to her room. I wonder what is going on, but I've been so wrapped up in Sir Sharpe and his courting. But today I will get to the bottom of Freya's sudden changes, I had cook make all her favorites the night before. Now to just implement my plan.

"Freya, may I come in?" I called through her door.

"I supposes so. Otherwise you'll pester me all day and I will never hear the end of it," Freya replied as the door opened to reveal a very tired looking Freya. Walking in I noticed, the normally neat and tidy rooms where complete chaos. Books that would normally be organized on the shelves along both the north and south walls; laying open on top of clothes, trunks, under the bed, and even one with a half eaten sandwich between the pages. Paper wads littered every surface, clothes hanging off the end of the bed and piled on chairs. Freya must truly be going through something terrible.

"If you don't tell me what's wrong this instant, I will have to assume it's medically wrong and have to summon Allen. We both know how much you hate check-ups!" I declared as I began tidying up. Freya sighed as she walked to the side of the bed.

"Fine, since you put it that way." she sat heavily upon the bed, before gesturing for me to join her. She was silent for a moment, and I took this time to observe her. Her face was becoming thin, her eyes sunken, dark circles around them. Once well cared for hair, limp and dull. Even her dress looked tired, no longer fitting her properly. "I think I'm in love. He's wonderful, smart, educated, and it appears he doesn't feel the same. He is courting another. It kills me to see them together." Freya said in a low mono tone voice as she looked down at her hands as she picked at the stitching of her dress.

Taking her hands in mine, I turned to face her better. "How is he? He must not be in his right mind to not want you! Does he know of your feelings, have you talked to him?"

"No! He doesn't know and I don't plan on telling him. I could not bear the thought of possibly breaking the woman he courts, heart." she said as her eyes welled up with tears.

"Who is he? If you truly love him, you must tell him. And I this lady he courts cares at all for him, she would understand, I'm sure of it!" I said passionately.

"Even if that woman was you." She whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear. For a moment I froze, before suddenly standing to walk a couple of steps away. I quickly put it together, realizing she was talking about Sir Sharpe. Turning around and seeing the tears running down her cheeks, I new what I must do.

"Yes, even if it is me. You must tell him. I could not stand in your way of happiness. Yes, you will tell him, tonight infact. You will go in my place to the opera." Freya looked shocked as I declared this suddenly.

A.N.
I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post. Life's been NUTS! Please forgive me!🙏