After a quick breakfast with her brother, Circe followed behind Ragnar and Casilo as they made their way toward the stables. Nieah trailed after them, keeping a respectful distance from the men. She walked quietly, her presence oddly subdued, almost like a shadow slipping through the corridors.
A stable hand stood at the entrance of the stables, straightening the moment he saw them approach. He bowed low before Ragnar and then turned to Circe, who stood a few feet away from the prince, offering her a more tentative bow before hurrying off to fetch Ragnar's horse.
Moments later, he returned, leading a striking black horse by the reins. The animal was tall and sleek, muscles rippling beneath its dark coat. The stable hand handed the reins to Ragnar with practiced ease, then bowed once more before disappearing into the stables again to retrieve Casilo's mount.
