The corridor echoed with their voices and light footsteps as Circe and Nieah made their way down the long hallway. The late afternoon light filtered through the tall arched windows, casting patches of light across the stone floors. They were locked in a quiet conversation when the sharp sound of hooves striking stone pierced the air.
The discussion petered out as the sound got even closer to the manor.
Circe froze and just like that her heart gave an involuntary lurch, the kind that had become far too familiar these past two weeks. Recently, it happened whenever she heard horses entering the estate.
Each time she rushed to check to see if it was Ragnar returning but it was never him and she couldn't tell if the feeling that followed quickly after was relief or disappointment.
