Ragnar didn't know you well, he barely knew your name but you intrigued him, too much for his own good. He knew that you were the son of one of his most loyal warriors, to be honest he didn't know if you were a boy or a girl, you always fought with a hood, sometimes he wondered if you hid any scars or deformations on your face, which only increased his interest in you, you never left your father's tent which bothered him a little, he had seen you fight but as soon as the fight was over you took shelter there, it bothered him, someone like you shouldn't be locked up, so he decided to set you free. He sneaked between the camp to your tent making sure that your father didn't see him and from one moment to the next, he poked his head out of one of the walls of your tent, only his head, his body was still covered by the rest of the tent, but it was impossible not to know Ragnar.

—"You were not what I was expecting..."

No, you were much better, now he could finally put on gender and face, he stopped watching your features carefully while a smile formed on his face, suddenly his right hand went through the tent, now you had ragnar's head and arm in your tent, the rest of his body still hidden, he studied you in detail, even your expression of confusion

—"I was planning to go exploring a bit, do you want to come with the King?"

He said, his eyes went down to his outstretched hand eagerly waiting for you to take it so he could get to know you thoroughly