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Freya's eyes narrowed at her brother. Zavian resumed writing in his scroll, and she tapped at her chin in thought.

"I know it cannot be the maid," Freya laughed.

"What maid?"

"Sorry, I forgot you promoted her. The concubine. You wouldn't do something so rash."

The first time had been chaos. She knew it, Zavian knew it, everyone knew it. It would only be asking for war if he did it the second time around, and Zavian was no fool. That much she was certain about her brother.

"Hmm," came Zavian's reply, but his attention was entirely on his scroll. 

"You know what?" Freya pushed herself out of the chair and stood before him. "Surprise me, brother. I want to know who you will pick. But my bet is on either Zelda or Emma, most likely Zelda."

"Hmm," Zavian mused disinterestedly, brows scrunched together as he paused in his writing.