She could accuse Irah openly. She could lay every ugly truth of what the woman did at their feet. But it would do no good. Irah would deny it all, and that would be the end of it.
No one would believe Circe. She wasn't one of them and in their eyes, she never would be. Which was fortunate because she had never wanted to be like them to begin with.
"That's very admirable of you, Lady Irah," Circe said evenly. "Loyalty such as yours is difficult to come by these days."
Moments later, Irah excused herself and drifted away from the group. Things were relatively peaceful after that, mostly due to Irah's absence.
Circe could feel the queen's gaze boring into the side of her face.
"I never thought you had it in you," Nheera said lazily, lifting her cup to her lips. "So different from the filthy girl Ragnar dragged back with him. I sensed a hint of boldness in you then, but it was mostly overshadowed by how pathetic you looked on your knees before me."
Circe gave no outward reaction.
