Chapter 340 : All yours

    Alex had been looking forward to spending time with Freya since the very moment they parted ways yesterday. There was simply something about her that attracted him endlessly, and he more than liked the woman and her personality. And the cherry on top, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

    Ever since he had tasted her lips and managed to fool around with her yesterday, he had been praying—well, not really praying, since he hated the gods—but hoping with all his being that they would get the chance to relive yesterday’s events. That was why he had been in a good mood the moment they left the underground library, just the two of them.

    Unfortunately, the moment they stepped outside, they found a group of knights waiting for Freya.

    Spotting them, one of the knights scurried to Freya and bowed. He seemed to want to speak, but upon noticing Alex, he hesitated, unsure if he should say anything in front of him. However, a single word from Freya was enough to make the man as talkative as a parrot.

    From what the knight explained, there seemed to be an issue with the last batch of nobles who had arrived in Drisidd in the past few hours.

    From what Alex gathered, more nobles were attending this year’s auction than ever before, and unfortunately, the noble district no longer had any mansions available to accommodate the newcomers.

    Baron Drisidd and even Frieda had gone to meet the nobles and proposed a temporary solution: until new accommodations could be arranged, the nobles who already had their own mansions would have to share them with the newcomers.

    Some of the nobles, particularly those who had allies or friends among the first or second groups, accepted right away. However, the majority deemed it beneath them to share their mansions with anyone, even when their vast residences were barely occupied.

    There was some kind of stalemate as the nobles refused the solution proposed to them, but soon enough, the situation evolved once more when some nobles who had no accommodation—and who held higher ranks than their peers who already had mansions—began arguing. In some cases, they even went as far as to threaten the latter, demanding that they take their belongings and vacate their residences.

    Suffice to say, the moment things escalated to that point, the entire noble district descended into mayhem.

    Alex didn''t particularly care if a group of stuck-up, arrogant bastards decided to make fools of themselves, but his expression darkened when the knights began compiling a list of the nobles who had been threatened. He was slightly worried that his three cousins, Talia, Celine, and Marina, might have been among them.@@@@

    Those three were nobles and members of the esteemed Eswald family—a ducal family, true, but in hindsight, they were merely part of it. They weren’t direct descendants and held no close ties to the current patriarch. They belonged to one of the side branches, and even the head of that branch was only a baron—a baron who wasn’t even present.

    Many of the nobles, along with Frieda and Baron Drisidd, were visibly taken aback when she presented the second option with a straight face, showing no room for negotiation.

    What none of them realized was that Freya was thoroughly annoyed. She had been forced to cut her time with Alex short just to deal with their entitled complaints, and that alone tremendously soured her mood.

    That didn’t mean she had acted impulsively, though. Freya had already anticipated that every noble present would ultimately accept her terms, and she was proven right a moment later.

    Despite the commotion they had caused, all of the nobles gathered here were, at best, barons. While they had come for the auction, their true goal was to get closer to the Drazen family, an Earl-level household with significant influence. The boldest among them had even brought marriage proposals for Maya, the heiress, while a few particularly audacious ones had arrived with proposals for the matriarch herself!

    The fastest way to completely ruin those ambitions was to offend Freya Drazen. So even if some of them were deeply dissatisfied with the choices presented, they concealed it behind polite, insincere smiles, as if her proposal had been the most reasonable and generous solution they could have hoped for.

    And just like that, a situation that could have dragged on for hours, filled with endless bickering and negotiation, was resolved by Freya in less than thirty minutes.

    Both Alex and Freya thought that, finally, they would have some time to themselves. However, fate seemed to have other plans. Before they even managed to leave the noble district, more urgent and pressing matters found their way to Freya’s doorstep, demanding her attention.

    In the end, Freya spent the entire afternoon handling the affairs of the family, never once finding a free moment to spend with Alex.

    Not that he complained. Of course, he was disappointed that they hadn’t been able to do anything meaningful together, but just following her around and watching her work gave him a better understanding of who she truly was.

    First of all, as he had already noticed since the day before yesterday, Freya was someone who remained distant and cold toward those who weren’t close to her. It wasn’t that she was cruel or heartless—she simply treated everyone with the same detached efficiency, showing neither favoritism nor unnecessary warmth.

    Despite this, he could hardly find anyone who disliked her, aside from Frieda and a few members of the main branch. She might be cold to everyone, but she was also fair—she made no distinction between people, regardless of their background or power, which was why the common citizens actually loved her.

    As the sun finally dipped behind the towering peaks surrounding Drisidd, Freya was at last finished with all of her obligations. Now, she sat in her office within the city, lounging on a luxurious couch while Alex took a seat across from her.

    "Finally, I’ve dealt with everything," Freya sighed. She stretched slightly before leaning back into the cushions, a small, teasing smirk tugging at her lips. "Now, I’m all yours Sir Alexandre. What do you want us to do?"