Ragnar did not lower the sword at once.
He allowed the moment to stretch just long enough for Jorrit to understand that this was not mercy.
The boy's sobs filled the cell, each sound striking like a battering ram against his father's resolve. His whimpers echoed off the stone walls as he clutched his father tighter.
"Everything you know about Narfor," Ragnar said firmly. "You will tell me everyone involved in his network, how it operates, the workers he employs, and his assassins." His gaze never wavered from Jorrit's face. "If you lie to me, if you omit even a single detail, I will surely find out. And when I do, there will be no second chances."
Jorrit nodded frantically, desperation overtaking whatever pride he had left.
"Yes. Yes—anything. I swear it. Just… please."
