Emir gave him a lazy salute and turned for the door, stepping into the hallway.
His mind automatically shifted back to the next task waiting on his mental list, deciding where to go.
Heading to the tenth floor, he walked the silent halls, scaring away the few students that remained and entered the elevator.
Once he reached the tenth floor, he strode through the hall, stopping just before a door that adorned a sign displaying his name.
The door slid open, revealing his office, and he found his 'hands' waiting for him, both watching him with expectant looks.
Ragnar was seated in one of the chairs, leaning back, relaxed, while Lyra stood behind the desk, her back on the glass wall, unknowingly posing better than any model could.
"Finally! Took you long enough."
The Viking-like man straightened.
"So, how'd it go?!"
Lyra just gave her prince a half-smile.
"Yeah, you look… roughed up."
