Ragnar's POV
My punishments…
I accepted them without moving a muscle, without doing so much as creasing a brow, but I wasn't so sure I could survive them anymore.
For one, not being able to move around with my royal entourage gave peasants the idea that they could move around with me. Shamelessly. I had to endure countless;
“Our prince is here! Let us honour him!”
“Can we help you with your bag my prince?” “Do you need some time off to relax my prince?”
“My prince we have a message for the Alpha!” “My prince!”
Argh.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes the praises made me feel at ease. But they could do it from a distance. Not touching me with their soiled hands.
And even worse, I couldn't touch them. I couldn't tell them to leave. I had become one of them now, so I had to do whatev
