Chapter 3
Ivar
Later that night, while I was in my chamber eating the food served by my mother, I heard the door creak open. When I turned, it was my maid, Ailis.
A smile formed on my lips, and I quickly left my bowl of food.
"My Lady," she said, bowing her head.
"Lord Ragnar sent me here," she said in a hushed tone. "He brought these."
I took the clothing from her and looked at it carefully, my brows furrowing. "He wants me to dress as a lowborn?"
"Aye."
"Why?"
"Because he wants you to meet him at the oak tree," she said. "He has something for you."
"Very well then," I replied, smiling as I turned around, and Ailis helped me out of my dress.
Once I had changed, she left my chamber. I lingered by the window for a moment before slipping out. The cold wind brushed across my skin as I made my way out of the servant's quarters and into the night.
Before I could go any further, two guards blocked my path.
