With a frustrated growl, I turned away from the closet and began preparing for bed.
The nightdress I picked was simple but soft, clearly new, someone had gone through great lengths to prepare me for my new role.
There were different dresses in the closet, new, more expensive dresses, each with its own beauty and I was sure they each had their own uses as well.
I slipped it on after a quick shower, then hesitated before the connecting door that led to Ragnar's room.
Was he on the other side right now? Did he feel this same pull? Was he struggling against it too?
Goddess…am I being foolish by resisting the inevitable?
I pressed my palm flat against the wood, feeling foolish but unable to stop myself. After a moment, I stepped back, mentally chiding myself for the ridiculous gesture.
