Are you going to continue breaking your promises and just keep apologizing for the rest of your life?!

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Upon reaching the pavilion, Sophia turned to Ragnar, her expression serious.

"I see you've not yet delivered your letter to the Thidal monarchs," she remarked quietly, nodding towards the parchment at his side.

Ragnar followed her gaze to the decree at his belt and sighed, "Yes, it's still with me. There are things we need to discuss before I can proceed with any official actions," he confessed, his voice low.

"Good," Sophia thought, determination flashing in her eyes as she reached for the parchment tucked into Ragnar's belt.

But just as her fingers were about to close around it, Ragnar's hand shot out, his reflexes quick and precise, stopping her in her tracks.