“You didn’t tell me you were coming.” She shrugs a little. “I … wasn’t sure I was.” She strokes her hands along the skirts and sighs. “But it would be foolish to offend the crown prince again.” I frown. “Don’t look like that,” she says. “I thought maybe you’d want a friend anyway.” Against my will, tears fill my eyes, and I step forward to hug her. Her arms are tight against my back, but she says, “You’ll undo all of Freya’s hard work.” “You’re such a good friend,” I say. “I don’t deserve you.” She draws back to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Yes, you do.”
i've missed these girlies. :')
