Ragnar's POV
The day started like most days did. I barely slept through the night, and the only thought that gave me peace (ironically) was that Fiona was safe at home. Away from prying eyes. Not in danger of being bullied by some idiots again.
I stared at the ceiling for a while too long that morning, before I gave up and got out of bed. Sleep obviously wasn't an option. Morning coffee was a regular routine for me, and it was somewhat funny for someone who had a lot of trouble falling asleep. But I couldn't go without it. Overlooking the city from my room, I took a long long sip. The people had woken, and slowly they filled the streets, each person rushing to meet up with one activity or the other. Street vendors and pedestrians fought for dominance of the sidewalks.
My solitude was
