He’s loyal to you. I hate him for that.

Without a reply, she nudged the door wider and looked inside, finding the room unoccupied. She entered, shutting the door gently behind her, and placed the food tray on the table.

Approaching Ragnar's desk, she whispered to herself, "Where could it be…?"

She started to search through the documents methodically, her annoyance increasing with each paper she turned over.

Finally, her fingers paused over a piece of parchment with the royal seal.

"Ah, there you are," she whispered, pulling it from the stack with a sense of dread. As she unfolded it and scanned the contents, her lips thinned.

The divorce paper from Ragnar to Sophia.

"This..." she hissed, her voice cracking slightly as she read the terms of her dismissal as queen. The paper trembled in her hands as her anger built.

With a swift motion, she tore it in half.

"No," she said firmly, ripping it again and again until it was nothing but confetti.