The carriage carrying Freya and Louis finally came to a halt before the grand palace of Avon, its arrival was in the early morning hours. Most of the servants were still sleeping. Louis stepped down from the carriage, assisted by the guards who had accompanied them. As they unloaded the luggage, Louis kept a watchful eye on his daughter, concern etched on his face.
Since her emotional outburst inside the carriage, Freya had remained withdrawn, not uttering a single word. She had declined food and drink during their brief stops, the girl was really troubled.
"I'll take your things inside ," Louis said gently, though Freya remained silent. He knew she'd heard him.
Freya stepped down from the carriage, her puffed-up face evident of her tears. She smoothed her dress, gently patting her hair into place before entering the palace.