Ragnar was deep in conversation with the head of the royal guard and his subordinate when Circe found him that afternoon.
His eyes found her the moment the doors opened and he immediately stopped paying attention to everything else.
The man currently speaking to him trailed off mid sentence as Ragnar's focus shifted entirely toward Circe standing near the doorway. The serious look he had worn all day eased almost instantly.
"Leave the reports," Ragnar told the man without taking his eyes off her. "I'll review them later."
The royal guards exchanged brief glances before quickly excusing themselves. Within moments, the room had emptied until only Ragnar and Circe remained.
"You look tired," Ragnar said as he crossed toward her.
She couldn't even refute it. She had spent hours looking through the mountain of gifts when more were being added to the pile.
"So do you." Circe retorted.
"That is the privilege of becoming king, apparently."
