Freja rolled her eyes in exasperation. Really, was Rune that thick? Or did she still have to fight through the outer shield of his ego? "She went because Synnove went, you dunderhead. Dear, sweet, Synnove, who would have lived a chaste cleric's life if not for one man. Our poor, innocent sister. She's easily the best and most righteous of all of us and even she knew what was going on. She's the one that told me, for pity's sake!"
Sighing heavily, Freja plopped down into the chair at her dressing table. "And besides, if there's anything I have learned here, it's that gossip spreads like wildfire. They say Lady Gia doesn't even pretend to have an interest in men. Her brother lets her have her way, and there's a lot of gossip about why." And good for Lady Gia. If her family wasn't going to push her into a marriage, then she figured no one else should have a problem with it, either. A noble daughter was always thought of as a political tool, but if this lady had a family that wouldn't force her into a life she didn't want, Freja thought that was a difference to be celebrated - not mocked.