She didn't wait for a response, turning instead and sauntering away towards another group of women.
Mina stared after her retreating figure, her mouth pinched into a thin, displeased line.
"You dislike her," Circe murmured, making sure to lower her voice once more. "Why?"
"She is entitled," Mina replied shortly, finally tearing her gaze away from Avarine.
"So are more than half the nobles I have met in my life," Circe said mildly. When Mina offered nothing further, she chose not to press the matter.
When Circe returned home late that evening, she walked into their chambers to find Ragnar already there, fresh from his bath, water droplets still clinging to his bare skin and tracing slow paths down the hard lines of his chest. His head lifted toward the door as it opened, and a smile immediately spread across his face the moment he caught sight of her.
"How did your day go?" he asked lightly. "Fun, I hope."
