Ragnar stepped out of the manor and into the afternoon light, the sky a muted silver above him. Cool air bit faintly at his skin, carrying the damp scent of wet earth and snow. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as he stepped off the front steps, his attention already fixed on the distant curve of the road that led straight to the manor.
Two riders emerged from the distance, their silhouettes blurred at first, then sharpening as they drew closer. The horses moved at a measured pace.
Ragnar's gaze narrowed.
One horse carried two men. The third presence slung awkwardly over the saddle, limp and unmoving, his body swaying with each step of the horse.
The horses slowed as they neared the manor and came to a halt several paces from the steps. The guard who rode alone dismounted first and bowed his head low.
"Your Highness."
