There was a knock at the door, interrupting the peaceful moment and forcing them to face the world outside this room, outside the fragile bubble they had created around themselves.
Ragnar let out an annoyed huff at being disturbed before finally dragging himself out of bed. He would have been perfectly content to remain there with Circe forever, wrapped up in her and the softness of her body until everything outside the room ceases to exist. But duty never stayed away for long.
He hastily gathered the clothes that had been left out for him and began dressing, pulling on each piece with obvious reluctance. The clothes were not his own, merely garments a servant had managed to procure for him at the last moment after yesterday's chaos. Even so, they suited him well.
