*NOW COMPLETE! BOOK #2 OF A BERSERKER AND A QUEEN SERIES! BOOK #3 COMING SOON!!*
Four years after Daga, Lagertha, Bjorn and Ubbe leave Kattegat behind them much has changed. Now nineteen years old and a seasoned warrior with a reputation of her own...
~"A Queen with out a King is considerably more powerful."~
Silence was the first thing to greet her she dared not to move yet allowing her many senses to wake up and expand around her, slowly letting her eyes flutter open she sat up and began to survey the room around her. A very large room vastly decorated in lavish designs and fixtures automatically telling her she was in a room owned by someone of great wealth who enjoyed showing it off. Slowing pulling the soft warm covers from her form she frowned when she noticed she no longer wore her battle gear but a very large soft dark green sleep tunic that hung on her frame loosely but was very comfortable against her clammy skin. Taking a calm deep breath Daga noticed the scent lingering to the tunic and commited it to memory allowing her to notice the room she was in smelled lightly of it too.
Sliding off of the soft bed she slowly padded over to a large curtain she noticed before throwing it back revealing a grand floor to ceiling window.
"It is a marvelous view, no?" A calm yet highly intelligent man's voice spoke causing Daga to spin making the tunic and her loose hair swing around her.
The man was dressed simply in a pair of soft looking sleep pants and a flowing silken robe that was untied revealing his chiseled abdomen and chest. His sharp handsome features stood out at her as did the fact he spoke perfect Norse when he previously spoke. His eyes though which were still surrounded lightly by shadow glowed intensely causing Daga to gasp lightly at the sight of the feral crimson that stared back at her. His face stretched into a charming smile causing a dimple to appear only for Daga to focus slightly closer and notice the dimple wasn't really a dimple but that it was scar that moved so perfectly with his facial shape it appeared like single dip in his cheek as he grinned. Over all he was very handsome with his neck length dark hair and light scruff on his face and as his eyes faded from crimson to blue she suddenly found herself disarmed almost. He wasn't like any man she had ever met.
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"I have not see you in a many of years. I see you have done well for yourself." The man spoke like they were old friends but Daga stayed silent in her confusion.
The man smirked at her "Do not worry special one, the last time I laid eyes on you, you were but a babe."
"That would make sense since I have no idea whom it is you are."
The man laughed suddenly a genuine and want sound before standing where he came to stand about three inches over her statue. He calmly walked forward and began to circle her almost like a hunter would his prey.
"Do you know what your name is in my native tongue?" Daga shook her head silently causing him to grin at her in a playful manner "Dagerryla. It means 'The Ruling One. Your mother named you well." The young Princess felt her insides grow colder for a second at his last comment, in most cultures it was custom for fathers to name children but he guessed her mother named her and he guessed correctly, the crimson haired beauty didn't know how to respond to that.
