If anyone was at the peak of the "man's man" pyramid, it was Ragnar. He would find the mere thought of an assassination shameful.
"…If anything dangerous happens, please call for help."
"Relax."
With that, Sylas reassured the persistent Rei and stepped outside. He saw Ragnar standing a short distance away with his arms crossed. As Sylas approached, Ragnar muttered, his expression a mixture of tension and frustration.
"You came."
"You called me, didn't you?"
"Hmm."
Ragnar's face reddened slightly as he cleared his throat, evidently nervous. Seeing him stumble over his words, Sylas raised an eyebrow.
"Get to the point. It doesn't look good for two candidates to be huddled together in secret."
"It's simple. I wanted to ask you something."
"About what?"
"What you plan to do as king of the North."
Of course, that made sense. Sylas was already halfway recognized as a king in the eyes of those around him.
