A knock at the door saved my sanity, especially since Tohr looked like he was stuck in the same thrall that I was in.
He hissed and growled towards the door.
“It is I, Your Majesty," came the answer from the other side of the door.
“Erik," I breathed in relief.
Tohr growled again and stepped away.
“Go and get dressed, little fyre. We will finish our conversation after I discover why your bother has interrupted us," Tohr ordered me with a wave of his hand towards the other chamber.
Wrapping the blanket around me, I waddled quickly into the other chamber without hesitation. As soon as the door closed, I heard Tohr tell Erik to enter. Their voices were dulled due to the heavy wood door between us. However, I could make out the tone of frustration from Tohr and what sounded like urg
