Chapter 263: Second Lifetime, Freya. (9)
Courtyard, Garden.
Seconoria.
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Theodore stood vigil in a shadowed corner of the grand courtyard, his posture rigid, ever alert, Freya was inside. He believed his role that required unwavering dedication. The rain had begun as a soft drizzle, but now it pounded down in earnest, a relentless torrent that soaked the earth and filled the air with its rhythmic drumming.
The sky was a dark, churning mass of clouds, and the scent of rain mingled with the fragrance of the garden’s blossoms.
As though called by the rain, Freya came out slowly, her head peeked left and rught before she rushed right into the rain surprising Theodore who’s eyes widened and his feet had attempt to rush him to her when Freya stood nearby, her eyes closed as she lifted her face to the sky, letting the rain wash over her. Her long, midnight locks clung to her face and neck, the strands darkened and slick.
Her elegant gown, now thoroughly drenched, began to cling to her body, heavy with water. Theodore watched as she moved with a deliberate grace, her movements slow and purposeful. She began to undress, slipping out of the heavy, restrictive gown until she was clad only in a flimsy white chemise that clung to her form.
Theodore’s heart quickened as he observed her, the sight both beautiful and poignant. The rain-soaked fabric rendered her form almost transparent, clinging to every curve, revealing the outline of her slender frame. Innocently hot and inviting.
She looked ethereal, like a vision from a dream, her skin glowing softly in the dim light. The vulnerability of the moment struck him deeply, reminding him of the delicate balance between her strength and the innocence her father was so determined to strip away.