Moments later, the carriage lurched forward. For a few seconds, the only sound between them was the rhythmic sway of the carriage and the faint creak of wood.
"I hope the queen didn't give you much trouble while I was away," Ragnar said at last, his tone light and casual, though his eyes searched her face intently.
"Not at all," Circe replied. "On the contrary, I was the one who caused the most trouble today."
She folded her hands neatly in her lap and met his gaze head-on. Her fingers didn't tremble, not even slightly, which was no small feat given what she had done. She looked as composed as she ever had. Her posture was straight, her expression serene.
Ragnar frowned, his brows knitting together.
"What do you mean?" he asked as the carriage rocked gently beneath them.
