Torben disappeared into the darkness between the hedges.
Circe remained where she was.
For several long moments, she could not bring herself to move.
Her heart hammered against her ribs hard enough to hurt. The hand supporting Khamsin's back shook despite her efforts to stop it from doing so. The lingering hum of magic beneath her skin gradually faded, leaving behind a familiar wariness that she was used.
"My sweet boy," she whispered. "Let's go inside."
The castle beckoned her closer, promising the comfort and safety the outdoors lacked.
Her legs felt unsteady beneath her, but they carried her forward all the same.
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From the upper chamber window, Ragnar watched her leave the garden. Beside him stood one of his trusted soldiers.
Neither man spoke as Torben disappeared in the other direction, skulking into the darkness beyond the castle grounds.
"Should I alert the guard, Your Majesty?" The soldier finally broke the silence.
