Maddend Heart ~Ivar The Boneless~

Chapter 27// Red Queen

Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

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I pull the soft fabric over my shoulders as I look down on me, imagining that this is the blood of our enemies I'll be soaked in tomorrow. I might be falling back into patterns of insanity but where is the point to better myself if no one is there I could be better for.

Though the dress is revealing, you can only imagine what's hidden under it as I hear a voice before my tent.

I put the veil and gloves on, perfectly matching the dress so so I'm completely covered in lace and the thin fabric.

I Step out the tent seeing a few of Eriks man and the shaman in front of it. I follow them through the camp keeping my head high as we pass the people who cheer for me.

Some whisper others bow in front of me yelling chants like they're praying to me.
When we walk near the camp of the Lothbroks my heart stops seeing the sadly smiling Helga and the nodding Floki, Taranuz waving at me.

Ivars pov

How bittersweet. My goddess striding before me, layed in fabrics so shes dressed ready to kill. Maybe even kill me, I could see in her eyes that there was no hesitation. I taught her well, too well since I'm to weak to do what I taught her to do.

Suddenly those green eyes find me wide in fear but instead of keeping herself low she straightens her back looking at me once more before she walks away. For a moment I believed to have seen a flicker of remorse in them, a tiny part that tells me she didn't mean it. But what does that do now? Now it's too late for apologies, she ripped me up, she has to pay for it.

This would've been us, I should be standing in the woods waiting for her. But she played pretend, she pretended to care. She took my heart and crushed it.
How could I not seek revenge?

Narrorators pov

As Hella strides into the dark forrest, Ivars eyes always on her, her anxiousness grew. No one of her loved ones would be there she knew this, yet it still hurt. This isn't what she imagined her wedding day to be like. She didn't think she would marry at all.

As they walk towards the flickering torches she saw the few people Erik has brought and her soon to be husband standing there as well.

He for once looked almost handsome smirking at her wickedly. It's not like he was ugly, he just wasn't Ivar and deep down Hella knew that no one could come close to the Boneless.

The shaman begins with the ceremony while shes in trance. She let's it happen, watching as the bloody ring is suddenly put on her finger. She does the same and looks over the shaman who announces them as husband and wife. The people cheer while Erik moves the veil up, revealing her face. He gives her a wet kiss, basically shoving
his tongue down her throat making her cringe.

The King just nods at them not bothering much. As the cheers slowly die down they make their way back into the camp, hand in hand.

Hella looks for Ivar everywhere, as a matter of fact she looks for just anyone she knows yet they all seem to be in their tents.