Freya had mostly regained her composure by the time they made it to the courtyard. The lacings of her gown were still too tight, her breaths still too shallow for her to feel truly alright, but the crisp air relieved some of the tensions. However, in returning to herself Freya soon began to realize the enormous nature of her mistake. She had asked August for help. August! The likely father of her child.

The love of her life who she was never meant to have.

"Thank you," she murmured as she moved to step away from him. Months had passed since they last spoke - since she had thrown all caution to the wind and fell into bed with him - and in that time neither of them attempted to address what happened. Freya thought he might at first, but when the silence stretched on infinitely she knew the tryst for what it was: a foolish mistake. She was wrong to get attached, wrong to fall for someone she could never have.

Keeping her gaze from him, Freya folded her arms carefully over the swell of her stomach. The soft flutters she knew to be the baby moving within her were in full force. "I will be okay now if you wish to rejoin the party."