Fiona's POV
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I wanted to scream, to plead, to tell Ragnar he was wrong — that I’d never touched that bastard, never betrayed him.
But I couldn't.
My throat was as useless as the broken heart inside my chest. The magic they used to silence me... it stayed, choking me from the inside out.
Stumbling through the woods, each step heavier than the last, the night air biting through the flimsy cloak they’d given me before hauling me out of territory. My bare feet sink into the wet ground, I barely feel it. My body is numb.
Only the pain stayed. Constant. Merciless.
How long I'd been walking? Hours? Days?
That didn't matter.
I had nowhere to go. No one left.
They took everything from me: my father, my voice, my pack.
Ragnar.
A sob tore at my throat, but no sound came. Just this hollo
