"August..." Freya murmured, trying to gauge her way through what she wished to say. She had guessed long ago that Lysander was his son, had even alluded to it once without comment from him. But, now, when it was just them, what harm could come from revealing their truths? Both of their truths.

Then, sense rang true and she immediately knew better than to approach either subject. Especially as one would prove fatal to her.

Clearing her throat, Freya shifted her expression back into a smile. "What works would you choose? Given the opportunity?"