Ragnar sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. Circe turned toward him at once, her smile unwavering. Before he could say anything, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
When she pulled back, her eyes searched his face.
"It's perfect," she said. "Truly. I don't think I've been this happy in a long time."
Ragnar held her gaze.
"It's always a pleasure to put a smile on your face," he said quietly.
She gestured toward the valley. "How did you even find this place?"
"I came here once, years ago," he replied. "I remembered it being calm and peaceful."
"It is," she said. Then, teasingly, "You could have told me where we were going."
"And ruin the surprise?" he countered.
At one point, she leaned back against him, her shoulder tucked beneath his arm as they both looked out at the view. She sighed softly, a sound of pure contentment.
