{Music Recommendation: Wicked Game ~ Ursine Vulpine & Annaca}
The awkward silence that followed Freya's outburst was unsettling, and the smiles on everyone's faces faltered. All eyes turned to Rowan, expecting him to be offended or embarrassed. But instead, a mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something sinister lurking behind them.
Louis cleared his throat, trying to intervene. He nudged his daughter, "Freya! Keep quiet! What do you know about marriage?"
Freya furrowed her brows, "Why, Pa? I don't want to marry someone like him...and I already like someone..." She trailed off, her gaze darting around the group, as if waiting for them to ask who that someone was.
"Hahaha...the children want to sleep; let's take them inside." Oriana, sensing the tension between father and daughter, decided to end the conversation entirely. She gave Adric a knowing look, signaling him to change the subject.