And Then There Were Four novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Freya Picks Sides

Cassie.

Storming into my room with nothing but detest rolling off me in waves, I spotted Sansa sitting on the sofa reading over a piece of parchment that looked ancient. I hadn't expected her to be here so quickly, but as her eyes gazed up at me, she seemed to sense my mood and quickly placed the paper down on her lap.

"What's wrong with you?' Her cool and collected reply made me sigh as I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts. Sansa was a very blunt and straightforward girl but she had a sense of leadership behind her that was unspoken and something I appreciated.

"Heard of Prince Finnick?"

Laughter escaped her lips as she nodded. "Oh. yes. I heard of him and even had the pleasure of briefly meeting him last night. He is quite the... royal highness, isn't he?"

"That’s a polite way to put it.' I scoffed with a smile. "He thinks he has some claim on me and came to the games to try and win me. Just like every other fuckhead that's walking around here."

Sansa's smile fell slightly as her eyes brought on a kinder approach. "Look, I know that you don't like what's going on but you are luckier than you think. Most of us women can't get a man to look at her properly and if one does, they only want you for a piece of ass. Good men don't come around often. At least you have your selection of who you want."

She was partially right, I did have my selection. The only problem was if I did simply settle on one, it didn't mean I would be able to have him. I was forced into this ancient ritual bullshit at my grandfather's discretion and it was becoming a pain in my ass.

However, I didn't realize that Sansa felt this way about my situation, and part of me wondered if there was someone she wanted but wasn't able to have.

"You seem to feel that statement deeply, Sansa. What aren't you telling me?"

Sansa seemed to hesitate for a moment as if she had said more than she wanted to and quickly shook off my comment. "Don't be ridiculous. I was just simply pointing out a fact.“

"Uh-huh," I muttered, "you would tell me if something was wrong wouldn't you?"

Her eyes met mine briefly before she picked up the paper in her lap again with a smile that seemed more forced than it should have been. "Of course I would. Don't be silly."

Deciding to let the conversation go for now, I thought over the situation with Finnick. He was the prince of the Fae realm, and one thing my fathers taught me growing up was if you want to know how to overcome your enemies, you have to know your enemies.

"So, what can you tell me about Prince Finnick?"

"You mean besides that he seems like an egotistical asshole?" She laughed. "There isn' t much to really know. He is the Prince of a kingdom called the Kingdom of Tver in the Fae realm. He wasn't supposed to be the future ruler, but when his brother died like a hundred years ago, he ended up being the next in line..."

My eyes shot open as I turned to her. "Wait... a hundred years ago? How fucking old is he?"

It wasn't like it was new to me that some supernaturals aged differently than others, but it was still shocking to hear sometimes how old these people were. A smirk of amusement crossed Sansa's face as she gave a small laugh. "I don't know exactly... like two hundred and something."

This guy was over two hundred years old?! "Jesus Christ... cradle robber much?" I muttered in shock causing Sansa to scoff in amusement.

"In our way of life, there really isn't such a thing as that, Cassie. Some of these creatures are thousands of years old. If you want a man your age, you're going to have to go back to earth-"

The moment that she said it, she instantly closed her mouth and froze in her place her eyes wide with hesitation. "I'm so sorry, Cassie... I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, Sansa. I’m kind of getting used to the fact that I'm not going to be going home."

It was the truth. For the most part, I was getting used to the idea I would never be going home, and though part of me yearned for the freedom I once had, I wasn’t going to let it hinder my ability to get things done.

"Are you sure? I know you have been under a lot of stress lately, and I don't mean to make things more stressful," she replied as if what she was doing was stressful. Which it wasn't. I had asked her to help me, but I didn't mean for her to take over. She kind of just did that on her own, and I didn't oppose it.

With a soft smile, I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Sansa stared at me warily before a low groan escaped her. "So what are you going to do? By the look of you, you're trying to prove a point I’m guessing?"

Glancing down at my clothing, a small smirk crossed my face as I shrugged my shoulders. I had hoped to show everyone I was capable of being the woman they wanted me to be, and perhaps I had pulled that off initially but Finn was making it hard this morning to stay focused.

On top of that, I wanted to see Lucas, and couldn't. Not to mention Silas was acting like a weird-ass mentor right now, which was beyond ridiculous. He changed so quickly from the man he had been and I didn't know how to handle that.

"I want people to look at me differently than they have over the past few weeks. I don't want to seem like someone who doesn't know what she is doing."

"But you don't know what you're doing..." Sansa said with laughter as she smiled at me while I rolled my eyes with my own quick laughter of amusement.