The sound of clanging metal jolted Ragnar awake, ripping him away from his troubled dreams by the throat.
Two seconds of confusion passed. His bedroom looked far different; stone walls, stone ceiling, stone floor…it wasn’t anything that he remembered. The absence of the rising sun beckoning through his window, the bustle of the household beyond his walls, and the comfort of his bed only helped render him more perplexed.
Then the bliss of ignorance faded.
The hopes of it all being a bad dream, a horrible nightmare, had once again been torn asunder by rude awakening.
Clang clang clang.
Clang clang clang.Ragnar, raising his head off his pillow, looked at the cell door.
A serpent guard, dressed in the white body-encompassing armoured sleeve, gestured for him to get up. An anvil sat on to
