When she woke, the world was hushed.A thick, muffled stillness blanketed the room, like the silence after a storm. Soft light filtered in through the balcony curtains, turning the air silver and cold. Freya lay motionless, cocooned in a tangle of sheets that smelled of pine, steel… and him.Ragnar.The scent clung to her skin. Her breath caught before she even opened her eyes.The ache in her body wasn’t just from the night before; it was deeper. Lingering. As though something sacred had been taken from her… or given. Her muscles throbbed with a slow, aching soreness, not from pain but from the way her limbs had curled so tightly around someone she didn’t know how to let go of.The bed was large. And empty.He was gone.Her eyes opened slowly, lashes brushing against damp skin. She blinked up at the ceiling, and for a long moment, she couldn’t move. Her body refused to rise. Not because of weakness, but because she was afraid.Afraid that if she moved, she’d lose the fragile remnants
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