The man bowed low before he spoke, his voice steady and respectful.
"How may I be of assistance, Your Highness?" he asked, careful not to let his gaze linger on Circe as she dismounted the horse. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on Ragnar, clearly knowing where his attention should be.
"I wish to speak to Lady Maelis Hawthorne," Ragnar said, taking a step closer. Circe suspected the man was the house steward, judging by his crisp attire and formal bearing.
The steward nodded eagerly. "Of course, Your Highness. Right this way. Lady Hawthorne will be thrilled to see you." He gestured toward the house and motioned for them to follow him. "I will have someone attend to your horses while we are inside."
