Valkyrie
A week had passed, and life in my new home had taken on a surprising rhythm. It suited me more than I’d ever imagined.
The towering walls of Ragnor’s mansion, once intimidating, now felt protective. For the first time in years, I didn’t bow my head to anyone, and the weight of servitude had finally lifted.
Nancy ensured I was never alone; her presence was grounding and comforting. And Ragnor? He was everything I never dared to hope for—gentle when I needed softness, strong when shadows of doubt tried to creep in.
Together, they helped me heal, not just physically but in ways I hadn’t realized I needed.
I recovered quickly, though there were moments when I caught Ragnor watching me with quiet concern, as if afraid the fragile peace we’d found might shatter.
“You need ai
