Freya

"Come on, human. We don't have all day," Freya said firmly, leading James to his assigned quarters.

Staying at the royal palace wasn't an option; the council had already arranged accommodations for him before the trial began.

"Relax, woman. Show a man some respect—it's the way to win them over," James teased, throwing a smirk her way as he glanced over his shoulder at the sharp-eyed elven warrior.

Her armour, though practical, did little to hide her striking, captivating allure. James, ever the opportunist, took his time appreciating the sight.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Freya shot back, narrowing her eyes. His remark felt personal, striking a nerve that made her wonder if he knew more about her than he let on.

"Nothing at all." James's grin widened, a hint of mischief in his expression, and Freya's irritation only grew.