"Why can't you tell me?" she demanded.
Circe stared at the man in front of her, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in frustration. None of what Jayran was saying made sense, and the fact that he seemed almost amused by her confusion only irritated her further.
"What exactly am I supposed to ask him?" she pressed.
Jayran exhaled sharply and cast his eyes heavenward, as though appealing to some celestial force for patience. "How does the princess of Westeria not know the reason her own kingdom went to war?" he muttered under his breath, more to the empty air than to her.
His tone was so dry she couldn't tell if he was genuinely pained or merely entertained by her ignorance.
