An african princess who has the power to speak with any god, has sailed to unknown lands with her family to make alliances but she met a faith she did not wish for but accepted as it was the will of the gods.
She is no sweetheart of a princess but t...
It has been five weeks since I married my little warrior, she has also become more open to our relationship to which she can initiate intimacy whenever she feels like she wants to. She has also been a delight to have around, a week ago she got drunk and got into a fight with two men but still won, she even went as far as to order me to not punish them for raising a hand to her. Three weeks ago, she forced Bjorn to let her take my place in hunting because I was busy with my own duties to go hunting, the men said that they were very impressed and that she was the reason they got such a huge haul.
Tonight, we had a feast for the raid tomorrow and she was by my side all night, making conversation or teasing me whenever I said something inappropriate. At the moment we both were lying in bed, and I am yet to give her, her gift for tomorrow. She is reading one of her favorite legends about Thor drinking the sea.
"Little warrior," I called out and she hummed in acknowledgment. "I have a gift for you." She looked at me with a curious look and knitting her brows. I got out of bed and went towards our closet. In it there was a box with something that I thought that she would like.
Taking the box, I gave it to her and when she opened it, she gasped. "Ragnar, what is this for?"
"Did you actually think that you were not coming to the raid with me, little warrior?" I asked and she nodded. I laughed. "Nonsense, that is far too much time away from you and beside what if I die while I am gone?"
"I told you that you are not going to die," she said while rolling her eyes. "But I am grateful for the gift," she said before kissing my lips. Of course, I proceeded to deepen in, but she pulled away. "I need to be at my best for the raid, you beast."
I chuckled at the name, she has gotten used to calling me by that name because of the second time we had sex, she could not even get out of bed, but it was her own fault for making me mad by not talking to me for some reason. "Alright but when we get back...your mine," I said as I kissed her for the last time before laying down on the bed.
*The next morning*
Everyone woke up at down to prepare for our departure. My little warrior had to stay behind because she had to ask for protection for the gods. Most of my people, were already on board and the rest were loading the cargo. A thunder crack in the distance but there was no cloud to be seen in the sky.
"Brother, is your wife not going with us?" Ivan asked as he and the men finished loading up.
"She is brother. She will be here in a moment," I said as I moved to the ramp. And there she was, walking towards the ship while adjusting something on her arm. Both her weapons were crossed on her back and her wild curls were tied back.
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The leather dress suited her perfectly and her curves swayed as she climbed the ramp. She stopped in front of me and looked at the sky. "You're staring," she teased before looking at me with a smirk, "close your mouth before something flies in."
I snapped out of my trance and gave the signal to set sail. Shuri walked towards the rail, and I followed behind her. "Little warrior, if I knew this dress was going to suit you this good, I would have not given you to fight in it," I said as I looked at her.
"Why is that?" she asked as she looked out in the distance.
"It is very, very distracting," I said as my eyes ran over her.
She chuckled and shook her head before patting me on the shoulder. "Well focus on the task at hand first."
I chuckled before doing as told. The voyage would take two weeks to complete, and this was only the first. The sea was forgiving as we did not encounter any storm or big wave. Night fall and I went to my cabin to find Shuri sharpening her weapons while sitting on the floor. I saw that she had changed into her night gown and her hair was braided.
"You really must stop staring, husband," she said as she finished her task.
"It is quite impossible when you look so inviting, wife," I said with a smirk.
She chuckled before standing up and walking towards me. She took off my far and placed it neatly in a chair and the walked to the corner to pick up s basin filled with water. "Sit down, Ragnar," she said as she placed the basin at my feet.
She started by taking off my shirt. "Are you going to bathe me, wife?" I asked mischievously.
"No," she said, "I am going to clean the wound you so stupidly acquired two weeks ago."
"It is a wound I acquired from my wife, when I got drunk so, no, it was not stupid it was deserved," I said truthfully as she unwrapped the cloth around my stomach. Two weeks ago, I got so drunk and mad that I tried to force myself onto her, as promised, she stabbed my side then treated my wound when I got back to my senses.
She forced me to explain why I did it and when I told her that one of the men in my clan had told me that she was not supposed to be a queen but a common hoe, I killed the man and got drunker than a man who has no life. I have been apologizing in anyway I could and she just told me she understood then thanked me for protecting her honor.
"That is true," she said as she dipped the cloth into water they started to clean the wound. It did not hinder my movement as it was healing but Shuri insisted on cleaning in every night until it fully healed. I could not focus on anything else as she was kneeling in between my legs and it made me think improper thoughts.
Shuri finished cleaning but before she stood up her gaze fell to my bulge. She placed a hand on it and gently squeezed it which caused my breath to hitch. She chuckled and looked at me mischievously. "Promise that you will be gentle," she said as she stocked it through my pants but kept eyes contact.
