When I can drown in blood, I can lay on the ground !

Last day

+ finally a real talk with Ivar. _____________________________
The time had come. I knew that if I would leave this bed I would have to get ready and leave. Go home. Somehow it was harder than I imagined. There was something inside of me I couldn't describe, as if something was holding me back, here, in Kattegat.
But no matter what, I had to go home. Home to my kingdom, my brother and my responsibilities. King Flohan (the next king I had to visit) said that he would rather come to me. I thought of it as something nice but I wouldn't get fooled my him. He reminded me of my father which made me be even more careful.
The sun was shining and the people were living. I walked a little around. To the ocean. It smelled lovely. The way the elements get mixed together allowing a wonder.

P.o.v Ivar
She was walking along the water and she looked so peaceful. Like nothing in the world could touch her. Her auburn hair was slightly blowing in the wind. I had never seen such a beautiful color in my life. I, when I'm honest with myself, never seen anyone as beautiful as her and it made me sad that she was leaving.
"What you looking at brother?" Ubbe asked after taking his hand through my hair. "Nothing!" I stated but he wasn't believing me. That's when he looked down to the water where she was, the queen.
It hit me... I didn't even know her real name. Everyone calls her queen or highness. Maybe Hvitserk would know.
"You looking at the beauty. I must say she is indeed a beautiful wonder, brother." 

P.o.v Queen
I looked at the water. You have to go. Don't get attached. I turned around to walk back, to get my horse ready and see where my men were, when I saw him. More likely them. Ivar and Ubbe were looking at me but somehow I could only see Ivar. Don't be stupid. So I made a little head bow before walking away.

My men were sitting around the fire place, eating some meat. "Are you ready to go, my queen?" The youngest, George, asked. George used to be in the kitchen until I found out how good he could fight. He told me he had learned it from his father who used to be a soldier but died a few years ago from a lung infection. He was one of the most lovely people I had ever meet and he had never, until now at least, done anything disrespectful. "You can eat your food. Then you can look to the horses. I will come to you when I am ready to leave."

I went into the main house to find me some food. A little slave boy prepared some meat and wine for me, while I sat down. Nobody was here and I didn't mind. I never minded being alone but I  never wanted to be lonely.
After I had eaten the red meat, I was playing with the cup of whine until the wooden door swung up. And a crawling Ivar came in. We both didn't say anything until he was sitting in front of me.
I took a sip of my whine without losing the eye contact. The little slave boy came nearly running with a cup for Ivar.
"So you will be traveling home today." It was more a statement than a question. "Yes."
"When you come to visit again. I will have won over Aethelwulf and I will have York!"
I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. He was full of ambition. I really did admire it. I can't even lie.
"I will have a big interest in seeing that." I responded. He smiled leaving me once again speechless. "What is your name?!" His voice was harsh but I could see a little smile on the corner of his lip. "Why do you ask?"
"I want to know." I took a sip before looking at him.
I never liked telling my name for what good would that even be. People are not allowed to call me by my name. My name is the second name of my mother and sometimes I have to think of her when my brother says it.
But somehow, looking into Ivar's eyes made me feel save and it was as if I could tell him everything.

"Lilith."