"Freya," I whisper. She creaks her eyes open one at a time and finds me on one knee in front of her, surrounded by the very Christmas lights she spent the past hour grumbling about. The entire room is lit by strings of lights, and there are rose petals on the bed. Her eyes light up when she takes in the room around her. Her body goes completely still and she takes in a sharp breath. My girl is surprised just as I had planned. "Freya Anderson, my little traitor girl, the only person I'm ever going to call Princess. I'm the hollow bones of a man without you in my life. You're everything to me. I
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