The sunlight occasionally caught her as she crossed stretches of open sky between the tree lines, causing her wings to gleam brilliantly against the blue.
When they finally reached the capital and the city unfolded before the returning army, a substantial crowd had gathered to welcome them.
Morana separated from the group before they entered the city proper. The last thing she wanted was to descend directly into a public reception.
Instead, she found a quieter route to the palace. She landed on a deserted section of the grounds and her wings folded neatly against her back.
Before her feet had fully touched the ground, she cast her glamour and the wings vanished from sight and by the time she made it into the palace courtyard, she appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary woman crossing the grounds.
Circe was waiting at the main palace entrance..
The moment she saw Ragnar, relief washed over her and every emotion she felt right then was plastered boldly on her face.
