You didn't sleep that night. You couldn't leave the room, neither could you fall asleep. So, you stayed, your back to the door. You couldn't tell if Ivar had managed to sleep but he sure didn't look awake anymore when the morning came up. When he started to move, you left the room.
You directly went to the dock. You saw Ubbe talking to one of the fishermen.
"Ubb"' you called him. When he turned around, he looked shock. He went to you.
"Are you alright?"
"I need a boat"
He frowned. "Did he hurt you?"
"It's not for me."
He asked it again, slower "Did he hurt you?"
"Would you feel bad about it?"
"Maybe. You kissed her?"
There was nothing to answer. He was right. But he still looked sorry.
"I still need a boat. I don't know what I can take, how I can... She can't go alone. I can't go with her. Ser Thomas is dead..."
"It's okay (Y/N). I'll find one for you. I'll find her a small crew to escort her back."
You sighed and turned away after thanking him. Thinking maybe you should go and tell her, but pride kept you from it. Why would fear make you change your mind?
As you walked amongst the village, people looked at you weird. You couldn't find why. Then, when she saw you, Ren almost ran to you.
"My queen! What happened to your face?"
You shook your head, not understanding.
"What do you mean?"
She raised a hand to your left cheek and when she touched it, you felt a sharp pain.
"Is it a cut?"
She shook her head with a puzzled look.
"looks like someone clawed your cheek. It's not that deep, come with me I'll patch it up."
You wondered if Ivar had done it but when you looked down on your finger and saw dry blood on your nails. It was only you. Probably when you were trying to get out of the bed.
Three marks.
You had been hurt three times in Kattegat, this was the third. You patted the scar on your hand and then the smaller one on the side of your head.
You felt a cold sweat drip down your back.
"Ren. Tell everyone to take their weapons. Find my husband's brother and tell them to get their army."
"My queen?"
"This is not a joke. NOW!"
She ran at once and you did the same, sprinting to Caroline's chamber. When you got there, it was empty. You wanted to rip your hair out. You cursed loudly and couldn't linger longer. You ran the fastest you could to get to Ivar.
He was still in the bed and jumped when you threw him his braces.
"Get dress."
He frowned when he saw your face.
"I know. The Franks are coming."
"How do you know?"
The horn blew outside.
"Get. Dress."
You ran back out. You felt a burn in your chest but couldn't stop. When you stumbled into Hvitserk you almost fell down.
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The Devil and The Snake
أدب الهواةThis is the story of a princess sold like meat to a Viking. She is forced into loving him until she really does, her life tinted by the presence of a lady of the court she has brought with her.
