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Ivar's clear blue orbs were following her since the beginning of the day, looking around, observing his queen moving around, organizing the room, searching what to do.
It was the third time his dear Freya was changing the position of that vase over his table. Dozens of frustrated sighs in her lips causing him to straighten his body in his throne.
"She's not happy" he sentenced, causing Hvitserk to stop babbling whatever he was talking about before, looking at Ivar and following his gaze towards Freya.
"What do you mean, Ivar?" he asked, looking to the woman they chose to stay by their side not so long after they conquered Kattegat under Ivar's crown.
"Freya is not happy. She's walking around like a ghost the entire day," Ivar commented, earning a sigh from his brother who took a sip from his mead before answering the younger one's worries in a light tone.
"She must be bothered, Ivar. Our life has been divided between rebuild and reorganize Kattegat and the crown's subjects. We must recognize we aren't giving her proper attention since we came back from our last battle." He stated, looking to his younger brother who was still observing their queen.
"What shall we do to make our queen happier?" Ivar questioned "Despite the obvious, of course. I'll dismiss the crown subjects and anything that might take our attention from her today, but what can we do to make her feel better?"
"I'll order the slaves to make her the sweet pies and some bread with cream for a little feast." He said and Ivar prepared to remember him it was supposed to be something just for them, when Hvitserk raised his hand, mutely asking his brother to listen "Something small, intimate. We dismiss even the thralls from our table and divide it just between the three of us" Ivar smiled.
