In the coolness of the Nordic night, the stars sparkled like scattered jewels in the firmament. Snowflakes danced in the air, creating a magical tableau under the moonlight. You stood alone, contemplating the wild beauty that surrounded you, lost in your thoughts.
Suddenly, a familiar voice pulled you from your reverie. "What are you doing here, alone under the stars Ida ?" asked Canute, the young Danish prince, emerging from the shadows like a ghost.
You turned your head towards him, surprised by his presence. "I could ask you the same question," you replied with a coy smile.
Canute approached, his blue eyes seeming to reflect the silvery moonlight. "I was seeking a bit of solitude, away from the bustle of the camp," he admitted, before adding with a lighter tone, "But I'm glad to find such charming company."
A slight blush tinged your cheeks as you looked away, feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering with each word he spoke. "You're too kind, Prince Canute," you replied, struggling to contain the emotion welling up inside you.
He settled beside you, his shoulders brushing yours as you both gazed up at the celestial spectacle. For a moment, silence enveloped your little corner of the world, only broken by the whisper of the wind and the crunch of snow beneath your feet.
Then, Canute broke the silence. "Have you ever observed the stars in the North?" he asked, his gaze lost in the expanse of the starry sky.
You shook your head. "No, never."
He offered a gentle smile. "They're different here. Closer, brighter. As if they're more aware of their own beauty," he explained, his words filled with deep admiration for the natural spectacle.
You nodded slowly, taking in every detail of this magical night. "It's magnificent," you murmured, your eyes still fixed on the sky.
Canute turned his gaze away from the stars to look at you, an indefinable glimmer in his azure eyes. "Just like you," he declared softly, his voice tinged with touching sincerity.
Your heart raced at his words, a warm glow spreading through your entire being. You looked at him, unable to look away, captivated by the light in his eyes.
In a bold gesture, Canute reached out, delicately brushing his hand against yours. An electric shiver ran through your skin at his touch, making you tremble.
"I may not be worthy of a star as bright as you, but I cannot help but be drawn to your light," he confessed, his voice carrying a rare vulnerability.
Your breath caught as you plunged into his eyes, seeing in their depths a truth that neither of you could deny. Without a word, you slipped your hand into his, sealing an invisible but undeniable bond that seemed to have always existed between you.
Beneath the Northern stars, in the silence of the night, you finally found each other, two lonely souls finding the warmth and light they so desperately needed . And in that magical moment, the entire world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, together, under the starry sky.
As the stars twinkled overhead, casting their ethereal glow upon the earth below, Canute and the young lady sat side by side, their eyes fixed on the celestial display. The air was crisp, filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl.
In the quiet solitude of the night, Canute turned to her , his expression earnest. "Promise me something Ida," he said, his voice soft yet firm.
The girl turned to him, a curious look in their eyes. "What is it, Canute?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Canute took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Promise me that, no matter what happens, you'll never leave me," he said, his gaze unwavering.
She felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. "I promise," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "I'll never leave your side, Canute. You can count on me."
A sense of relief washed over Canute as he heard those words, knowing that no matter what trials lay ahead, he wouldn't have to face them alone. With a small smile, he turned back to the stars, feeling a newfound sense of strength and determination coursing through his veins.
And as they sat together beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, Canute and Ida knew that their bond was unbreakable, forged not just by circumstance, but by the deep and abiding trust they had in each other.
Unfortunately , after the tragic incident of Ragnar's death, the prince grew colder not only with everyone but also with her . Each interaction became tense, the warmth that once existed giving way to an icy barrier.
One night, as the camp was shrouded in silence, you sought out Canute. You found him alone, leaning against a tree, his gaze lost in the darkness. You approached with hesitation, aware of the distance that had grown between you.
"Canute," you called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
He stiffened slightly under your touch but did not turn away. "Nothing, everything's fine," he replied in a monosyllabic tone, his discomfort evident in his voice.
You sighed, knowing he wouldn't say more unless you pushed him. "Canute, I know you better than that," you insisted gently. "Something is bothering you. You can tell me, you know."
He fell silent for a moment, seeming to ponder your words. Then, in a barely audible voice, he murmured, "I feel... lost. Like everything I believed in is crumbling around me."
Your heart tightened at his words, realizing the depth of his distress. Slowly, you knelt before him, bringing yourself to his level. "You're not alone, Canute," you whispered, placing a comforting hand on his. "I'm here for you. Always."
He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. But you knew he had heard your words, that they had struck a chord within him. In that moment of shared vulnerability, you felt the bond between you strengthen, a glimmer of hope reigniting in the darkness threatening to engulf you.
As the weight of Canute's emotions hung heavy in the air, Ida could sense the turmoil brewing within him. Without a word,she moved closer, her presence a silent reassurance in the darkness.
"Canute," she spoke softly, her voice barely a whisper, "you don't have to carry this burden alone. I'm here for you."
Canute turned to them, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He reached out, tentatively placing a hand on the girl's cheek, his touch gentle yet tinged with desperation. "I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what to do."
Ida leaned into his touch, their heart aching at the raw vulnerability in his voice. "It's okay to be scared," she murmured, her own voice trembling slightly. "But you're not alone, Canute. I'm here, and I'll always be here for you."
Unable to hold back any longer, Canute closed the distance between them, his lips meeting the Ida's in a tender, desperate kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up longing and anguish that had been building between them, a silent plea for comfort and solace in the midst of chaos.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away until there was nothing left but the warmth of their embrace and the beating of their hearts.
And as they finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, they knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, united by a bond stronger than any adversity.
