"Your Highness, I know what I saw," Corvin said, bristling further. His expression tightened as though the mere suggestion that he could be mistaken was a personal affront. The insult was written plainly across his face, and he made no effort to hide it.
Ragnar, however, remained unmoved. He stood with the same infuriating calm, cool and collected, as though they were not discussing an accusation as grave as murder. If anything, his composure only seemed to sharpen Corvin's agitation. By now, it was obvious that Corvin did not come here just to lay accusations. There was something else driving him, something personal. His sharp, calculating gaze swept over Ragnar, searching for the smallest fracture in his armor.
Ragnar gave him none.
"How do you expect me to confirm the validity of your statement?" Ragnar asked evenly. His tone was measured, and it angered Corvin even further. "We both know I would never have gotten to where I am today if I simply believed everything I was told."
