I stared with mouth open, rendered speechless by the room rather than the girls’ chatter.
Only two syllables described this room: awe… some.
“He must be blind or just mad, I cannot understand why he wouldn’t see our, er… princess’s charms,” Jocelyn muttered and my attention went back to the conversation.
“Well, it’s hard to be beautiful in a hunting cabin, no matter how beautiful you actually are,” Esther stated in a voice that held an edge of ire. “Especially when you don’t have your maidservants to assist you. I cannot believe he departed without taking us with her… wherever he was going.”
“Uh… ladies –” I tried.
“Well, he’ll see her now, we’ll be sure of it and he won’t be blind any longer,” Alyssa stated firmly. “And it will definitely be the ice blue,” she told Jocelyn. “Not the sky blue.”
“The sky blue is lovely with her eyes, none better,” Jocelyn shot back.
“Neither, the winter white with the Valerian embroidery,” Esther declared.
All right. I needed to get in there.
“Girls!” I said loudly when both Jocelyn and Alyssa opened their mouths to retort to Esther and all eyes came to me. “You don’t need to make a match,” I told them. “Frey likes me just fine.”
They stared at me, Jocelyn even blinked.
Then Alyssa breathed, “What?”
“He did take off on his ship but when he came back we made a deal and since then, he’s been lovely. We get along great, I like him, he likes me and, um… things are progressing very well,” I assured them.
At that, all of them blinked and then I braced because they suddenly rushed me as one.
“Oh Finnie,” Jocelyn breathed, holding onto my arm hard, “has he bedded you?”
“By the gods,” Alyssa breathed before I could utter a noise, she was holding onto my other arm, her eyes on Jocelyn, “I can’t believe this. This is wonderful.” Her eager deep blue eyes came to me. “Is he as skilled as they say?”
“I know he is,” Esther, standing close to my front, her hazel eyes dancing. “He took Viola, to his bed. You remember,” her eyes moved from Jocelyn to Alyssa, “that maid, the pretty one who serves the princess’s table? She says he kept her there three days, three busy days and when he released her she did not wish to go.”
Oh my God. Was I hearing them right?
My heart started banging in my chest as my stomach clenched.
“I do know,” Jocelyn whispered, “everyone knows. Her stories of his varied and vigorous talents kept me warm many a night after I heard them.”
Everyone knows?
“Don’t forget his stamina,” Alyssa added on a wicked grin.
Stamina?
All three giggled.
I tried hard to recover from what felt like a punch in the stomach.
Frey had fucked a maid?
One from my house?
For three straight days?
Again, a maid who worked in my house?
I mean, what the fuck was that?
“Gods!” Jocelyn cried suddenly and I jumped. “Water! Oils!” She grinned at me and gave my arm a squeeze. “Even though he,” she leaned in, her grin getting wider, “likes our princess… tonight, we still get to show him the fullness of her beauty.”
“I’ll see to the water,” Esther stated, peeling off.
“I’ll go see where Bess is with the state of the trunks,” Jocelyn mumbled, also peeling off.
“I’ll press the ice blue,” Alyssa muttered, hurrying to one of the wardrobes.
“Lounge and relax, Finnie,” Jocelyn called from the door. “We’ll take care of you.” She smiled big. “It’s what we do.”
I nodded distractedly to her and then wandered to the lounge, suddenly exhausted and not in a good way.
And this was because, first, Frey had dumped me in a hunting cabin when he had an apparently fabulous lodge and a slightly less fabulous but still lovely chalet where he could have taken me. Not to mention a quaint cottage on the Winter Sea, whatever that was.
Second, I could understand this (slightly) considering he hated Sjofn but he didn’t hate me and he still kept me at his hunting cabin where I cooked for him, kept the place clean and, one day, washed his bloody clothes, another of my not very favorite activities.
Third, I had gone out of my way to dress nice for my parents and they hadn’t even seen me with my cloak off. I had no time to make a good impression or any impression before Frey ordered their attendance (he ordered a king and queen and they did his bidding, what was that all about) and stalked off with them scurrying to follow.
And now, we were back at my palace but Frey prowled away with my father and mother without a kind touch, word or even look and my maidservants were sweet but they were preparing me to eat dinner with my mother, father and husband at a table that would probably be served by a girl my husband had fucked with varied and vigorous talent and, let us not forget, stamina for three days.