Museum: Connor and Ragnar
He had lived with Ragnar for years, and had met many kings before and between now and then, but he could still feel his heart beat pick up as he was led to meeting room 3 to await Ragnar.
Though it was small and intimate, he remained standing, looking over the books on the shelves until he heard the door open, and that voice he would know anywhere, even as strained as it was. His lips split into a wide smile as he turned, hands already reaching out.
"We were on a ship, watching the coastline of Northumbria. And you told me that I could find you here," he laughed a little, quietly. "And that you had a puppy named after me." Was it a surprise that their dream had been shared?
No, he knew dream walkers and how some could invade dreams. Was it so strange to think that they would have this as well? No, and he learned long ago not to be surprised by anything that Ragnar did.
"It's been a very long time, Ragnar." Here he could see all the differences between the illusion the Prince had made and how Ragnar actually was. His eyes were brighter, there was a mischief in them, even beneath the layers of surprise and happiness. "I've missed you--"