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 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─── ❛ battle of tenttenhall
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ for the greater good ╭ ᘒ ✦
It had been thirty days since the Saxons attacked Winchester. It had been thirty days since Athena had walked through the gates of Winchester.
Thirty days Athena had no seen her brother, her husband, her family.
Athena would have gone mad if she did not have Thyra and Stiorra. She often visited Ælswith and Æthelstan, making sure they are well and fed, thanks to Sigtrygrr.
Athena had tried to plan an escape for the people she cared for. She did not want anyone else to suffer.
But, she could never find an opportunity. She was always with Brida or Sigtrygrr, not aloud out of the palace. But, she was treated with respect, as was her daughter.
She would also make sure Hæsten checked on Eadith, and the woman was fine, still hidden in Winchester.
Athena now stood in the prayer room, her eyes on Alfred's stone. She trailed her hand over the smooth surface, her lips pursed.
She hated seeing Winchester as it was. The amount of disrespect that had been put in Alfred, everything her had built.
She glanced over her shoulder as she heard movement behind her, a gentle smile bracing her lips as she looked at Ælswith and Æthelstan.
Lady Ælswith softly smiled as she raised a hand to Athena's back, staring down at her husband's stone.
Athena let out a heavy sigh as she glanced down at the stone, her hand still on it. "Am I aloud to say that I miss the damned bastard?" Athena uttered, a breathless chuckle leaving her lips.
Lady Ælswith softly smiled at that, nodding her head at Athena's words. "I never understood what my husband saw in you and your brother." Athena tilted her head to the side with a raised brow, an amused look on her face.
"You saw me and Uhtred as a filthy heathen, yes?" Athena pursed her lips, making Lady Ælswith nod her head.
"That I did." Athena rolled her eyes at that, but Lady Ælswith smiled. "But, you and your brother proved yourself many times. Proved me wrong, many times. And I do not say that lightly."
Ælswith sent Athena a pointed look, making Athena chuckle once more. "I am flattered, lady." She smiled, turning back to the stone. "Alfred had a part of the reason I am whom I am to this day. And I thank him for it." She breathed out, pulling her hand away from the stone as she turned to Ælswith, then down to Æthelstan. "You would have loved him, sweet boy." She added, ruffling his hair up as he grinned.
