Freya's voice still hung in the air.
Desperate. Confused. Completely ignored.
I watched Ashen carefully. Waiting for his response. Curious about whatever history connected him to Amelia.
From what I had witnessed in those dreams, their only encounters should have been on the battlefield where they tried to kill her. I had seen him standing among her executioners. Blade raised alongside hundreds of others.
But there was something deeper here. Something I couldn't quite grasp.
Why was this knight bound to the Astrea bloodline? Why did he act like an outcast even among his own masters? Why the constant isolation?
Ashen heard Freya's desperate plea.
And said nothing.
He simply turned away from her. His full attention fixed on Amelia.
'Beautiful.'
I couldn't contain my satisfaction. Freya just received the most brutal slap to her face without a single hand being raised.
