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Freya came around a few days later, her blonde hair tightly packed into a ponytail and her eyeliner accentuating her cat-like eyes.

She was here to help the Queen plan her ball.

The Queen announced her intentions for a ball at dinner the previous night, unyielding to the fact that Hazel was still recovering from her hunting injuries and there was a potential threat to her life lingering in the castle.

Luca had been against it, but as mother and son shared a passive glare across the table, Luca clenched his fork, giving in to her adamance with a disappointed shake of his head.

Hazel bore through it. The ball was four days away, so hopefully she would have healed much better by then as she was already mostly completely fine.

"Afterall... it is high time the people of this kingdom got to be introduced to the woman their crown prince has chosen to marry."

Was the Queen's yardstick for insisting on her ball.

She said so sarcastically it seemed it almost pained her physically to mentio