Ragnar's POV
My life was autonomous.
Very simple, always properly planned. I wasn't allowed to be spontaneous at all, especially under my father's scrutiny. I suddenly became rebellious after I turned 18, and as expected, he wasn't having any of it. But as always, I couldn't care less. I was tired of having my life dictated continuously like I was a robot or a fae who was cursed to slavery.
And I might have to say, it was one of the best decisions I've ever made. My single dissatisfaction with my life led me to where I am now, and only in her eyes could I be as spontaneous as I choose. Fiona was a gemheart, innocent, yet weird in her way. She had a light, radiant and enchanting, drawing me in every f*****g time. I didn't want to run away, not like I could if I wanted.
Which was why
