Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. That was where Athena Rangarsdóttir got her name from. The brave beauty knew how to use a sword and it was her weapon.
( THE LAST KINGDOM )
( season one - season five )
( finan x fem!oc )
( cover by @evanschri...
▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─── ❛ Dane slayer
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ outlaws╭ ᘒ ✦
Resting her head on Æthelflæd's shoulders, Athena tore up some of the bread she had been given and ate it.
She listened to her people talk around her, Athena just nodding her head now and then with a small smile.
Ragnar still occupied her thoughts. How did he die? Did someone kill him? Who killed him? Did the Dane's betray him?
That's all she could ask herself, subconsciously fidgeting with her rings as she spaced out.
Athena wanted answers for her brother's death. She wanted vengeance for Ragnar. And she would get it, going against the Danes.
She glanced up when she felt her hand being squeezed, making Athena turn her head to the side to see Melusine, who sent her a smile.
Athena sent a weak one back, clasping onto Melusine's hand for comfort as she rested the side of her head back against Æthelflæd's shoulder.
Melusine rubbed her thumb on the back of Athena's hand, watching as she zoned out again. Melusine sent her a worried look, keeping a hold on her hand as she leaned into Sihtric.
"An approximation go a witan had gathered." Everyone turned around at that, looking over to Sigebriht. "The outlaws are required."
Athena frowned at that, lifting her head off of Æthelflæd's shoulder and looked towards Melusine for any guidance. "What is an approximation to a witan?" Clearly Sihtric was thinking the same thing as they all stood.
"It's almost a witan, not quite." Finan answered the Dane as they all walked away from the table and towards the hall.
The doors opened for them as they walked in, seeing Æthelred on his seat, men around him, including Beocca, and Pyrlig and Edward.
Athena swallowed thickly as she moved forwards, standing beside Æthelflæd as she looked at Æthelred. "Apologies for keeping you waiting in the cold, my dear." The man told Æthelflæd, a fake smile on his lips. "Your father is to blame."
Athena rolled her eyes at that, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over to the man, whom continued to speak. "After deliberation, he has decided not to attend."
