CALEB'S POV
I stepped out of the big castle; walking through the heavy guests was so stressful. As my foot touched the external ground, my eyes landed on someone I had considered a ghost for a while now—a bright, shining lady in her 20s, dressed in a short gown, just like Ragnar had described.
Her face mixed with smiles and anger when our eyes met, but I didn't let her approach me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I approached her. "You're not supposed to be here right now. You're not invited by the queen or king. What are you doing here?"
Anger got the best of me, and I didn't let her explain herself. I grabbed her hand tightly and dragged her to a secure part, where we could discuss without anyone hearing or knowing about her presence.
"Delila
