Ragnar
“Ragnar,” Emily gasped, her voice echoing throughout the silent room when Sylvester and I walked in.
“You don’t look happy to see me,” I said with a smile as I made my way to my seat.
Sylvester stood behind me, his sharp eyes scanning the room as I turned to Lionel, who seemed relieved to see me.
“I am. I, um... I’m just surprised you’re back so soon,” she stuttered, and I grinned.
“I heard my kingdom was under attack. I had to return home.”
I turned to the inquisitive eyes of the other members of the council and sighed.
“You’re probably wondering how I made it past Dave’s camp,” I said, then turned to Lionel. “Let’s just say, where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“If you made it past Dave, does that mean we can get him to retreat without any casualties?” Cyril asked, and I
