For a moment, Circe could only stare. Emotion swelled in her chest—surprise, disbelief, and a sudden, aching nostalgia all tangled together until speech deserted her entirely.
Noticing her silence, Ragnar stepped in smoothly, his presence steady at her side.
"Mirelle has served in several noble households before," he explained. "She is experienced, discreet, and capable. I reviewed her records thoroughly, and her previous employers had nothing but praise for her." He paused, glancing back at Circe with quiet assurance. "She will serve you well."
Mirelle bowed again, deeper this time. "I will do my absolute best, Your Highness."
"Very well. That will be all for now," Ragnar said. "Kostia, take the lady's maid to the servants' quarters. Nieah will show her around and instruct her of her duties."
Kostia nodded and moved at once. Mirelle followed him without a word, her steps light and composed, and soon they disappeared down the corridor.
