Freya's pov

“Let's go up to my room, okay? Come,” I said as I supported her up. My hands came up and wiped her cheeks and her eyes, I repeated the same action with my clothes.

“Come lets go,” I supported her and we walked out of the library with my arm around her waist. When we got to the open Hall where servants were posted, she let go, damp her eyes and put on a straight face. She brushed her hair back with her hands and then went to walk like she was on a runway.

I stood perplexed for a moment, staring at her runway walk. Was this...