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Sacrifices shouldn't have been a strange word for the Viking, who through his fierceness and toughness still devoted himself to another. Not as if Cara had devoted her body and soul to Keith, as she would mind but he shouldn't have been surprised. Just as she shouldn't have been shocked when the pale Viking's eyes hardened on her face, a mixture of utter dissapointment and dissaproval hanging from his caribbean glare.
Of course she had wondered, what she would do if the edge of the knife wasn't pointing at her; if it were him the one that tried to hide a secret from her. The young Queen would've surely not forgiven his secresy, and more than likely would've burned all bridges between the two packs -- so naturally that was what she waited for him to say, her nerves consuming the walls of her stomach as he traced his eyes across her face once more.
But Ragnar was better than that -- wiser at the least.
With a sarcastic stab to the Queen he turned to leave, making no spoken threat but failing to give the Queen the certainty that would be the end of the discussion. "Suit yourself" she barked after he turned away, knowing that his manhunt was far from over, and that after his response she might've just added her name to his list.
She sighed and turned to leave too, not knowing that her judgement would come at a high cost later on.
