Time frame: wartime
Sophia couldn't help but wonder what Ragnar might be thinking as the silence stretched between them. But no matter how hard she tried, his enigmatic expression gave nothing away.
Sophia took a deep breath, feeling her heart swell with gratitude as she gazed upon Ragnar. "My Lord," she began, watching as Ragnar immediately turned his attention to her. "I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for us. I can honestly say that we would not be where we are today without you."
"What's everything? Can you explain in more detail?"
Sophia was reluctant to continue. She still wanted to pretend she did not have the abilities Ragnar had accused her of.
Admitting that she possessed high-level magic power was tantamount to handing over her neck to a decapitator.
