Ragnar didn't move for a long while, not saying a word. The way he stared at her through narrowed eyes, as if she were the most bewildering creature he had ever encountered, made her think he was about to scoff at her challenge. It wouldn't have been the first time.
When he was done appraising her, he simply turned on his heel and left without so much as a grunt.
She sat there, stunned, watching his retreating back while her horse's tail flicked in agitation. Disbelief momentarily silenced every other thought. Her grip tightened on the reins, her gaze fixed on the direction Ragnar had gone.
Circe huffed indignantly. She couldn't help it. If he didn't want to participate, he could have just said so instead of walking away without a word.
"It's not like I was going to force him," she grumbled to herself, nose scrunched in distaste.
