Freya waited patiently while Harol got up to make sure the door was locked, soon enough getting back and informing her that he had used both locks to lock the door, meaning that they should be able to do whatever they wanted undisturbed. It wasn't like they weren't busted before by a servant, so they could be quite sure the news of their kiss was already spreading. Still, that didn't mean that she liked the idea of some servant walking into the room while she and Harol were just enjoying being together for the moment, having all the time they wanted and nobody around them.

When Harol hugged her, Freya felt no need at all to protest against his embrace. Instead, she just cuddled up close against him. It was strange, she was capable of taking care of herself and keeping herself safe, yet, she felt secure in his arms in a way she never really felt before, and something was telling her that wasn't because the man could easily destroy a little village if he wanted to. No, although she had been impressed by what Harol could do, she wasn't sure if that was why she felt so safe in his embrace. What else could be cause, was something she didn't know.

He told her that he liked her more than anyone else, and Freya had to say, that was a nice thing to hear. Then he asked her if they could be together, as if despite their kisses and this sweet hug, he still wasn't sure about that. "Of course we can be together, why should we not be able to? After all, who is going to stop us?" She asked in return. She had nobody close to her, so nobody would complain about her being with Harol, neither. As for Harol, his family had been murdered by the king, so Freya felt that it was safe to assume that they weren't going to make a big deal out of it, neither.