when Halfdan the Black finds love in an unexpected being, and when he goes against the odds of all his people. the gods are with him, just as they are with his brother, and with the power they give him- he won't let his life, or his love, go to wast...
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In the Great Hall, Halfdan resided, closely watching the Queen as she anxiously awaited the arrival of the new guests that had made their stunning appearance quite abruptly. It was obvious Aslaug was nervous, he could see it, he could feel it, he could smell it.
Since his dreams had started, and his connection to her had been built, his senses had heightened. But ever since he touched her not long ago, his senses had completely surpassed those of human abilities.
Though his glaring eyes were instantly taken away from her when he heard footsteps approaching the large doors of the Great Hall, inhaling the sweet scent of something he couldn't pinpoint, even with his sharpened senses. The wood was harshly shoved, flying open as these otherworldly beings entered the now silent space.
Men as tall as trees, built with muscles made of rocks, eyes as cold as the very snow covering the mountains in the distance, near and far. They bustled by the watchful people of Kattegat, lining up on the sides of the Hall as they stood as still as statues. And as the anticipation grew, Halfdan moved forward as he ripped his arm from his men's' grasps, leaning up against one of the wooden pillars keeping the Hall steady, watching in the midst of the deafening silence for his woman to appear.
His breath hitched when he saw her less than several moments later, her sisters trailing closely behind her as her beast walked by her side. Her stride was confident, her features were stoic, and her expression was blank, her cunning gaze settled upon Aslaug's stiff form.
Halfdan could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he could feel it threatening to burst through his skin, but he didn't let it phase him as he tightly gripped the plank of old wood. He watched as she walked right up to the Queen who still sat on her throne, watching as the snake's smirk was swiped away almost instantly. The sight made a slight smirk appear on Halfdan's face, and a distinct sense of pride arose in his chest as he watched the scene unfold.
"Aslaug Sigurdsdottir, Queen of Kattegat," the woman spoke, her voice unwavering as she gazed down at the now standing queen. "I am A'Tanasey Kihsa 'i'Lokto, daughter of Seyno' Lutkyan Mehtyo, heir to Ikralla of Wayitomoāne. We have come here to your kingdom on behalf of your joined armies, we have been informed that a war is upon you —or about to be."
Her tone was mocking in a way, it made a fool of the Queen. Aslaug already wasn't fond of the woman, or the others behind her. But she was the queen and she had to keep her perfect image, perfect. AHalfdan could see right through it, they all could, but everyone chose to stay silent. In regards of respect for not Aslaug, but respect for A'Tanasey.
"I'm afraid to inform you that you are speaking to the wrong person in regards of war, I am merely the queen of this blooming city," Aslaug attempted, but Halfdan watched as A'Tanasey clenched her sharp jaw in annoyance. "We, the people of Kattegat, are not in any danger. Not here, not now."
