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Althea did not like Bloodhair and Hæsten beings here, it would bring nothing but trouble to Ragnar's home. She sat next to Brida and Ragnar at the feast while ignoring Hæsten's gaze on her. She flinched when the doors flew up with a bang and an angry Bloodhair marched to their table.
"Ragnar, I have given you my word that I would keep the peace. But I wish to fight Uhtred, he has taken my woman, my seer. He shames me, I'd like to slit his belly." He sneered and leaned closer to the Dane.
"Now is not the time."
"I would accept a fight of skill with staffs. Skade as the prize." Bloodhair continued and Ragnar stood up.
"Bloodhair now is not the time. My answer is no." Bloodhair groans in frustration and storms out. Hæsten took that distraction as a way to slide into the seat next to her, she eyed the Dane distrustfully.
"I have a message for you, Lady Althea." He said quietly leaning close.
"From who?" She questioned and he grinned at her.
"Not that kind of message. A spy of mine had witnessed something of importance, something you would like to know about." She knew there was a catch to this, so she motioned for him to continue. "It would seem the king, your father had taken it upon himself to steal your children. Ragnar's sister fled after with her priest husband." He spat the word priest as it had offended him.
"I do not believe you. And I am sure this message was not out of the kindness of your heart either." She watched him pull something out of his pocket, he opened her hand placing it in her palm.
"I am merely trying to obtain allies where I can. My spy said your eldest son had found him out and in the struggle threw this necklace at him, he said to tell you 'the mice have turned into vipers' whatever that may mean." Althea felt her heartache, this wasn't a trick or a trap.
The coward of a king stole her children from her out of spite, she clutched the necklace to her chest. She was proud of Hvitserk for giving the code Sihtric had taught him and that he had also spotted the spy.
"They were taken to a church to be a monk like your bastard brother, I assume." Althea snatched his wrist in her hand and leaned close with a deadly glare.
"You will not speak of my brother again. And you will swear upon your life to not mention this to anyone. And I mean no one." Hæsten hissed in pain when she dug her nails into the skin, he quickly nodded though he was confused.
"Why not? Shouldn't your husband know?" She just smiled at him.
"No, this is my problem to solve, Hæsten. After all, heaven has no rage like love turned to hatred, nor hell have fury like a woman scorned." She shoved past the dane and walked to one destination.
