Annwyl?” Ragnar repeated, suddenly remembering that Keita had said the same name before they’d
burst out of the woods. “This is Annwyl?” Ragnar looked the woman over, from her absurdly large feet
to the top of her unkempt head. “This?”
This human who had more muscles than seemed necessary for any royal and watched him and his kin
with what he could only term as the mad eyes of a diseased animal.
