Special Chapter: And will you touch that poisonous tongue first, Your Highness?

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Sophia's heart ached at his words, but she nodded, understanding the burden she had placed on him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I never meant to overwhelm you. I just… sooner or later, you had to know. This is all about you and me fighting against a cruel destiny that demands to be fulfilled."

Ragnar's grip on Sophia's chin tightened, his intent clear as he sought to intimidate her. His voice was low and menacing, dripping with cold determination.

"Enough, Sophia Mary. When this war is over, I will ask King Reinald to grant you to me as a war prize," he growled. "And I'll cut out that poisonous tongue of yours."