𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐁𝐉Ö𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

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- Dispossed

Freya was leaning her chin on her arms as she looked down into the water watching the waves, the red headed girl was lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice Ragnar stand up making his way over to the little girl taking a seat beside her causing her to turn her head as her bright blue eyes looked into his own, " what is your name?"

" My name is Freya" she answered him shrugging her shoulders as Ragnar frowned in confusion staring at the young girl and questioned, " Do you have a last name?" Freya nodded her head in confirmation letting out a small sigh, " Jamesardóttir. All I know is that my family left home as my father wanted to travel the world but we got caught in the storm. I was lucky I even survived. Father Cuthbert told me that I probably don't have any other family and instead of getting me back home he decided to keep me and treat me like I was nothing but a slave"

Ragnar placed his hand on her shoulder with a sad smile in attempt to comfort the girl, " what about your parents? Are they still alive?" Freya shrugged her shoulders in response, " I don't know. I was brought to the monastery after Athelstan found me. I was only told that I was a bastard. A child born from Heathens. The only thing I have left that belonged to my mother is this bracelet and a letter that the monks have found on the boat" Ragnar looked down at the bracelet on her wrist before he furrowed his brows with an confused look on his face, " Heathens?"

"Pagans. People who do not believe in God" she informed sending him a look causing his eyes to widen in realization that she wasn't born in the priest beliefs that both her parents where of his people, " You're parents were Vikings?" He asked with a surprised look on his face but Freya just shrugged her shoulders as she knew nothing about her parents, " I don't know. They told me not to ask questions about them. Father Cuthbert was suppose to send me to a good home but instead he kept me around as a slave. To be honest if you and your men hadn't come. I still would of found a way to get the hell out of monastery"

Ragnar laughed in amused nudging his shoulder against his, " How old are you?" He curiously asked watching Freya as she fiddled with her bracket around her wrist looking up at the sky, " I'm eleven. What is your name?" She curiously inquired as she never asked for his name when he had took her and the monks for slaves. " My name is Ragnar Lothbrok" he introduced himself chuckling lightly as he glanced at the priests where we're paying quietly to themselves, " Your people think it is God's will that you are all here. Do you believe the same?"

"There are not my people!" Freya shook her head narrowing her eyes at Ragnar, " after everything I have been through at Lindisfarne, you know what had kept me standing though out all these years? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. I had faith that I will be strong enough to get out... to find out who I am. Who my parents where." Ragnar couldn't help but smile as he looked down at the red headed girl as she was smarter than most children her age, "Are you going to Kill me?"