The first thing Ragnar did after leaving Circe that morning was head in the direction of Casilo's chambers. He hadn't seen much of his friend since he'd been carried back through the estate gates, bloodied, barely conscious, and hovering far too close to death for Ragnar's liking. False charges and the queen's meddling had kept him away.
As Ragnar pushed open the door to Casilo's chambers, he found the man sitting at the edge of his bed. Casilo's back was slouched, his shoulders rounded. His head was bent, dark hair falling forward, giving the impression of someone lost deep in thought.
The first thing Ragnar noticed was that the chains were gone. He closed the door gently behind him before moving farther into the room.
Casilo didn't immediately rise to greet him, and Ragnar didn't mind it at all, not after the man had nearly lost his life only days prior.
"How are you feeling?" Ragnar asked, his gaze sweeping over his second-in-command from head to toe.
