"I'm thinking how good it feels to be back home," she said. The moment the words left her lips, she realized that she had done it again. She had called Ragnar's manor home and this time, she had done so in front of him.
A flicker of uncertainty stirred in her chest, but it faded almost as quickly as it came. It did feel right. She liked it here. Without her even noticing, the stone walls, and the life she was building within them had begun to feel like the one she was always meant to have. This place had woven itself into her sense of belonging.
Ragnar's eyes turned molten, a deep bronze glow that held her captive.
"It does," he agreed, his gaze never once leaving her as she gathered her hair and began to weave it into a single braid. "The capital can be overwhelming, especially the first few times you visit."
The trouble lay not with the city itself, but with those who inhabited it.
He waited until she finished braiding her hair before speaking again.
