Casilo hadn't seemed the least bit worried last night when she went to speak with him. He had been so calm, not even a single hair out of place.
But his responses had not been enough for Circe. It had been three days since Ragnar left for the capital, and every time she so much as asked about him, Casilo waved it off like it was nothing.
It was immediately apparent to her that there was much he wasn't telling. None of them had even said why Ragnar had to go to the capital in the first place.
Not even Kostia had breathed a word about it when she asked, and Ragnar himself had somehow managed to evade the question entirely before leaving, purposefully keeping her in the dark.
Her father had done this to her enough times in the past that she had grown to resent it and the helplessness that usually came with it.
