The contents of the missive still weighed on his mind, even while he carried the folded parchment in silence as he made his way through the winding halls of the manor and toward his chambers.
When he pushed the door open, he found Circe sitting on the bed, her posture calm and relaxed. Beside her stood Morana, who had clearly only just finished her examination.
Morana straightened at once upon noticing him and dipped into a respectful bow. "Your Highness."
Ragnar inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Morana." His tone was polite, but it was merely performatory. "If you would excuse us. I would like to speak with my wife."
After further discussions with Circe, he ultimately chose to allow Morana to continue serving as her midwife, though he knew he would not hesitate to send her away at the slightest suspicion that Circe was not receiving the care she needed.
