Against All Odds

FREYA

Ishmael and I stood at the castle doors, watching as Lord Lucian's ornate carriage rolled away, its wheels crunching on the gravel driveway.

“We have to find Adrien right now. He needs to be found right away, Ishmael.” I stood, shoulders backed and a silver crown atop my head. I looked the part, a strong queen, but on the inside, I was broken, very much so.

“What did he want?” He muttered, failing to hide his distrust of the demon.

“He proposed a marriage. How could they even consider such a thing when I still have a husband.” The icy air did nothing to calm the seething fury mingled with pain that churned within me.

“Damn them all! But damn Adrien the most for disappearing.” He cursed, his frustration echoing my own.

“Let's find him, that's the only way,” I whispered, desperation clinging to my words.