Valkyrie
Ragnor didn’t let me return to my chamber. Instead, he took my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and guided me to his room.
My pulse quickened, and the air between us felt charged with unspoken words and desires.
The heavy wooden door closed behind us with a soft thud, enclosing us in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.
My heart raced.
“You’re staying with me tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. There was no room for argument, no space for hesitation.
My cheeks burned at the thought, and I averted my gaze, though a part of me relished the idea.
“Are you sure that’s… appropriate?” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
Ragnor’s lips quirked into a teasing smirk, and he reached out, gently cupping my chin and tilting my face up to meet his
