Ayla
“I told Lionel, Emily, and Stacy to oversee the affairs of the kingdom while I’m gone; they’ll also ensure that you and the kids are fine,” Ragnar said.
It had been three hours after the ceremony at the great hall. The guests had all filed out of the palace grounds, and the servants had retired to their quarters. We were surrounded by comfortable silence and the watchful eyes of the sentries positioned at different parts of the palace.
“Ayla? Did you hear me?”
“Um, yeah. Thanks, but do you think it’s a good idea to leave now?” I asked with a slight frown.
“Yes. The fog’s going to be the perfect cover when it thickens.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezed gently, and smiled.
“I think you should find a way to enjoy your stay here. If you need anything, ask Lionel.”
I nodded
