CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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THE LAST KINGDOM
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ─── ❛ oaths

▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ─── ❛ oaths

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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ──
𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹
╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好,欢迎光临
╰ ✦ Kjartan's bastard╭ ᘒ ✦



Bitterness nipped at the bare arms of Athena, making her cross her arms over her chest and lean closer to the wagon behind her.

The sound of swords crashing against each other echoed around. Athena's eyes didn't leave Uhtred, who fought against Clapa.

"Clapa's a bear." Halig spoke, his head practically leaning over Athena's shoulder. "A big, angry bear." He continued, looking down to Athena, Hild, Melusine and Beocca. "Should we call a halt?"

Beocca shook his head, watching Uhtred block Clapa's attack with his shield. "No, not at all." Athena turned to glance at the priest beside Melusine. "With a little luck, a blow will land." Athena rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a small smile. "All he's doing is shaking off his feathers."

"Why doesn't Athena go and knock him and his ego down." Hild jutted her head towards the blonde Dane, a faint smirk on her lips.

Athena chuckled, slowly nodding her head in agreement. "I would love to." Athena uttered, watching Uhtred and Clapa. "I'll let him have his moment." She sighed dramatically, leaning back and resting her head in Halig's arm, making him nudge her head.

"I believe the lady feels the same." Melusine then said, stopping Athena and Halig's bickering. Athena followed Melusine's eyes, her own eyes landing on Gisela, who watched Uhtred with a fond look.

Athena softly smiled, looking at Gisela, who noticed her stare and quickly dodged eye contact with the Dane. "She has a thing for him." Athena noted with the smile still on her face, making Melusine nudge her. "What, it is the truth, look how she is watching him." She simply said, making Melusine give her a look.

Athena innocently smiled, shrugging her shoulders as she turned to face the fight once more. She watched as Uhtred kicked the back of Clapa's leg, a move Athena had taught him when they were young.

Uhtred grinned in victory, pressing the wooden sword against Clapa's neck, kissing the top of his bald head. "Not every sword stroke is a kill!" Uhtred spoke to the crowd around him. "A kill is something you must fashion." He moved away from Clapa, circling around him. "Whether man shading man if within a shield wall. Anything beyond the knee is vulnerable. A strike to the ankle won't kill you."

Figures in the distance made Athena stand up straight. She narrowed her eyes, looking over to see people in horses—Danes. "Uhtred." She called, carefully walking towards her brother, eyes still on the Danes.

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