SERENE'S POV
I intercepted Ivar the next morning as he made his way down for breakfast.
“I need your help.”
He paused and looked me over slowly, an apple in one hand and the pirate-like earring in his right lobe catching the morning light.
He took a bite of the apple before answering me. “Oh, yeah? What for?”
I told him.
A flicker of interest lit in his eyes, but he shrugged.
“Can’t help you.”
“Please.”
“Go ask Agnar first and then come back and tell me what he says. Good luck.”
With that, he walked off, leaving the sharp scent of apple trailing behind him.
I turned towards Agnar’s room. I knocked once and was ushered in with a calm reply.
I pushed the door open and entered.
“Good morning, Serene,” he said as he saw me walk in.
“Good morning,” I murmured, trying not to let
