~CELINE~
I closed the door to Ragnar's study behind me, my heart hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trapped and trying to break free. The hallway stretched before me, and outside was waning snow, a clear sign that winter would soon be over,the sun shone brighter than necessary and it was a stark contrast to everything I was dealing with at that moment. My footsteps echoed on the floor as I made my way back to my chambers, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Complete honesty. And choice.
Those words, spoken in Ragnar's deep, rumbling voice, played on repeat in my head. He'd agreed to the first condition without hesitation, which surprised me more than it should have. But the second—my freedom, my right to choose—that was where he'd drawn the line.
The possessiveness in h
