Y/n's POV
Year 872
"Girl, what troubles you at this late hour?"
Weddings are supposed to be a time of celebration. The union between two peoples' hearts and souls. A cheerful and happy time where love is shared and spread and new bonds begin.
"I had a dream."
Such was the occasion for my sister. After 6 long years I was to say goodbye to my sister as she'd be married to another. I was happy for her and envious because she had the one thing I truly desire. Something I am forced to wait for.
"What did you dream of?"
Loidis was in an uproar of celebration all looking forward to the union of Thyra and the man from across the field. Thyra and this man had been fond of each other for as long as I can remember. I cannot be happier for her to marry her childhood sweetheart.
"I dreamt of ...."
Still though something troubles my mind as I stand silently behind my foster grandfather, Ravn, braiding his hair in preparation for tonight's celebration. A dream I had the night before plagues my mind.
"Brida, not that way. Take the goat out the side." Sigrid shouts, leaning over the railing as she climbs the stairs.
"Are you certain what you saw will come true?"
"Next time, I promise." Brida yells back as she carries the goat outside. Everything that's going on around me is like an echo that barely registers in my mind.
"I am."
"Y/n! Y/n! SISTER!" A voice yells starling me out of my thoughts.
"Uhtred, what in Odins name are you yelling at me for?" I question fousing my attention back on my plaits.
"You have been distracted all morning. Don't tell me you are envious of Thyra?" The smirk on his face is enough of a suggestion to me of his playful tone.
"Why would I be envious?" I ask.
"Because I am to marry." Thyra chimes. "Like it?" She asks showing me her wedding necklace.
I quirk a brow. "I am proud you are to be married, not envious. Though I am envious of the necklace... you will look beautiful." I reply with a smile.
"Please ever since Ragnar told you you must remain pure you have been envious of everyone who claims to be in love." Uhtred teases.
"Uhtred, brother, I suggest you spend less time worrying about my envies and more time worrying about the look Ragnar is currently giving you." I comment barely sparing a glance up from my winding fingers.
"She is right, Uhtred, with me. You can help me slaughter the goats." Ragnar chimes, patting my shoulders with a deep chuckle as he walks past.
"I've only just washed." My brother says.
"Ha, ha. The goats will be pleased." Ragnar jokes.
"Later you can sweep the floor. Unh! Ha, ha, ha." Brida joins in the joke as Ragnar and my brother exit the hall.
"He speaks the truth though. Your mind has been someplace else today. A dream?" Ravn asks in a voice barely above a whisper so that our conversation is somewhat private in the busy hall.
"It is nothing to be concerned about. I have already spoken to Ragnar, in time my mind will ease itself. I am just trying to find my smile for Thyra." I say as I tie the braid.
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