MILAN
The sound of the palace bell ringing filled the air as Ragnar and I made our way through the hallway, heading towards the physician’s wing. Ragnar hadn’t said anything since we left the yard and it was quite obvious that he was angry and had a lot on his mind.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked as we turned around a corner but he remained silent. A couple of guards holding shields ran past us and two of them stopped to hand me their swords before following the rest. They were headed to the princesses and my father’s wives rooms to protect them in case the person that attacked Crista was still in the palace. It was protocol. “Talk to me, Ragnar.”
He took in a sharp breath and collected the sword I was holding out to him. “She was stabbed in the stomach. There’s no way Crista wo
