204 Apology Unaccepted
"Me?" she almost choked on the word, "Wha... but, but I'm married!"
"I understand," he nodded, "And you have an heir ... Ava?"
Freya's eyes turned dark like a storm brewing in a clear sky, "Why do you mention her name?" she spoke aggressively, "If you dare-"
"I wouldn't," he quickly interjected, "All I need from you is for you to lift this burden."
"Burden?" she looked annoyed.
"If you think I will sleep with you then you are truly insane!"
"Don't be so crude," he laughed and eyed her cleavage again, "Although if you want to do that too then ..."
He saw her eyes grow wide. "I jest!" he spoke defensively, "I have reason to believe that I am cursed."
"Oh lord..." Freya groaned under her breath. Clearly this man had been drinking way too much fermented ale, she thought, he has completely lost the plot.