WARNING: 18+
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Sophia chuckled. "You've become quite adept at answering, Ragnar. Usually, you always disregard what I say."
Ragnar shrugged. "I'm amazed myself."
Sophia took a deep breath, smiling contently, finding comfort in Ragnar's embrace. She could hear the sound of Ragnar's breath and his steady heartbeat.
It was truly calming to be entwined naked with Ragnar. It felt as if the entire world had stopped spinning, and time had come to a standstill.
Sophia took a deep breath, finding solace in the warmth of Ragnar's embrace. She gazed into his eyes, her voice soft and gentle.
"Ragnar, I had a dream of the battle at Tornbridge Fort," she whispered.
Ragnar sensed the weight of the memories that haunted Sophia from the events at Tornbridge Fort. He chose to respond with a calm demeanor, wanting to offer her comfort and reassurance.
Ragnar's touch continued to trace delicate patterns along Sophia's spine as she shared her dream of the battle at Tornbridge Fort.
