ALMA
Wide awake with my hair loose over the pillow and the heavy blanket drawn up to my shoulders. I lay there listening as Ragnar left the bed and shuffled around the room getting ready. With a lump in my throat, I had kept my peace knowing that nothing I said would ever make a difference to him. My feelings were insignificant despite whatever fable excuses he likes to spin. I had watched the outline of his figure from the shadows of the morning. He had seemed excited, oddly - eager to get out of this humble hole that was ours and out into the action with Axel. Even if it meant he would have to fight his way back. Even if it meant that he could die and never return. My fathers words of wisdom were also just words from a man unwilling to compromise for a woman. It doesn't matter to me how
