"What Freya said made sense, but after working so hard for so long to win over Micah, shouldn't she protect what she fought so hard for?" the woman wondered. Seeing Freya's seemingly nonchalant attitude, the woman could not believe her. "And if I do win him over, you're saying you won't lose your mind over it?"

Freya's smile did not waver. "Why would I? If you can make Micah fall in love with you, then that's your skill. I should congratulate you both."

Her persistence with Micah came largely because there had been no other women around him. If someone else had come along, Freya would have simply wished them well, just as she was doing now.

The woman's expression turned cold. "Don't try to confuse me with your words. You think I can't compete with you, don't you? Don't worry, I'll make sure you see what I'm capable of!"

Freya understood. "So this is your declaration of war."

She was not afraid.

without hesitation. He gave her a quick glance before looking away, his tone cold as he asked,

Micah... Don't you remember me? I'm Arin. Five years ago..." Arin's breath

who she was. She was Arin, from the northern Yaren tribe,

tone remained detached, and there was no warmth in his

Micah's aloofness. She knew he was preoccupied

she cared about most was Micah's impending

stand the idea of him marrying a woman he did not love. If he had truly loved Freya, it would not have taken so long for

speak. "I'm here to stop you. You don't love Freya. You're only marrying her because you feel obligated, not because of love. If you go through with this, you'll regret it for

"We haven't seen each other in years, and you think you know me well enough to say this? How can you

to her. Over

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