FREYA's POV
I never set out to be queen.
I was happy on the battlefield. I'd earned my favor there. I was strong and fierce enough that people trembled in fear when they heard my name.
I was about to earn a whole lot more than just the glory that came with conquest though.
I was about to take the throne for myself.
All around me, my comrades raised their mugs into the air as they waited for the king to speak. I stared up at him, looking forward to the celebrations that came with a triumph of this magnitude.
I should have run while I had the chance.
