Chapter 43: You were at the gate?
Sophia swallowed nervously, the lump in her throat tightening as Brynhild's gaze narrowed and her question hung heavy in the quietness of the room.
The hearth's crackling fire seemed to dim under the sudden shift in mood, the cozy vastness of the home feeling less inviting.
Sophia shifted on the cushioned stool, her hands twisting in her lap. "Was it bad that I was there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty.
Brynhild's posture remained stiff, her blind gaze fixed on Sophia with an intensity that belied her lack of sight. "Why were you there?" she pressed, her tone measured but carrying the weight of her authority as captain.
