At Cordon Castle
Gideon paced back and forth near Freya's bedchamber door. As usual, he was beset by hesitation and nerves even after he had already decided that he wanted to talk to her. There were just too many things that could go wrong. Why did she run? Would she run again if he pushed her too far? There was just no way for him to know all of those things in advance.
[Can you just make up your mind already?!] his wolf, Eli, hissed.
"I'm still thinking of the best way to approach her, along with the right words to use," Gideon clicked his tongue as he mumbled.
