"Inform the other generals that we leave for the capital the moment the injured are fit enough for travel," Ragnar said.
Only then did he look away from Morana and meet Casilo's stare.
"She can stay. Have someone check on her wounds as well." He offered no further explanation yet his words were clear, delivered in a tone that left no room for questions or objections.
That alone was proof enough. No matter how much Ragnar tried to deny it, no matter how fiercely he resisted the bond between them, he cared about her.
Casilo glanced toward Morana, his gaze lingering briefly on the wings she still made no effort to conceal. Then he looked back at Ragnar.
"As you wish," he said.
He bit back a smile when Ragnar responded with another dismissive grunt..
The camp physician was an austere older man who had spent years tending wounded soldiers, including Ragnar himself. During that time, he had learned one important fact about the king.
