When Diana brought Freyja to see him, he was shocked because he had been under the impression that
his other daughter had only given birth to a son.
He hadn‘t legitimized their family because he regretted how he treated Diana and her mother and was
also wary of how ambitious the mother and son duo was.
When he found out that Freyja was treated badly at home and that her mother neglected her, it reminded
him of Laura.
When Freyja got an apology from the king, she was stunned and didn‘t know how to react to it.
William glared at Zenovia. “I thought you were a good person, but I made a mistake. You‘re no longer a
guest in Yaramoor. Go back to Haniston.”
What he did was shaming an important guest, and that was the worst kind of humiliation.
Zenovia shuddered while she watched the socialites leave the party. Her face was pale as a sheet.
King William got into the car because he wanted to give Freyja a ride home and get to know her better,
but she turned him down.
He brushed his sleeves made with smooth fabric and paused for a few seconds. He understood she
wasn‘t familiar with him, so he didn‘t insist.
Diana spoke to them before leaving with the king.
Daisie felt great. “We’ve finally got rid of Zenovia.”
Freyja looked down and smiled. “She lost because she was overconfident.”
Zenovia had always lived in her own world. She didn‘t care about what was right or wrong. If someone
didn‘t play along with her, it meant they were wrong.
The socialites were all spoiled from a young age, but they would end up becoming one of two kinds–
being too naive or too arrogant.
Freyja looked at Daisie upon recalling something and joked,” Why didn‘t the Goldmanns turn you into a
monster?”
Daisie pouted. “How could you compare me to her?”
After a short while, a car stopped in front of them, and the back window was lowered. It was Waylon.
Daisie leaned on the window and asked, “You came to pick us up?”
Waylon nodded and lazily leaned on the window. “The knight is here to bring the princesses home. Am I
on time?”
Daisie flashed him a huge smile. “Yes, very punctual.”
She opened the door and looked at Freyja, who had an awkward expression. “What‘s wrong, Freyja?”
She snapped back and forced a smile. “I‘ll hail a cab.”
Daisie walked to her and hugged her arm. “No need to be shy. We can give you a ride.”
“There‘s really no need—”
Daisie played tug of war with her. “You‘re so nicely dressed. What if you‘re attacked? Get in!”
Freyja smiled helplessly. “No one is going to attack me in broad daylight.”
In the end, she was almost pushed into the car by Daisie. The three of them sat in the backseat, but
Freyja felt awkward because she was in the middle.
Daisie unintentionally looked into her eyes and was troubled.” Are you feeling alright?”
Freyja didn’t say anything.
Even though the car was spacious, it wasn‘t comfortable that they were sitting so close to each other.
Daisie thought that Freyja was shy, so she looked at Waylon.” You don‘t mind, do you?”
Waylon turned around and looked into Freyja‘s eyes.
Freyja nodded at him, so he nodded back and said, “I don‘t.”
“Great then.” Daisie patted her shoulder, smiled, and said,” Waylon is a nice person and doesn‘t mind.
He sent you home before, so don‘t worry.”
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