With The Stars As Our Witnesses

chapter 6

Lunch preparations was hectic. Thralls rushed about in the kitchen, knocking each other over and causing arguments to occur. If things carried on like this, lunch would be late. With this thought in mind, y/n mixed the batter in the bowl a bit faster. The bread still had to be made, Agot was in charge of the Fish platter.

All this chaos started when one of the new thralls refused to be of service. She kicked and screamed and bit whoever came near her. A spoiled brat no doubt. Why if y/n could just knock some sense into her with a axe, maybe the little shit would be more compliant.

"y/n?" Agot's voice reached her ears, and that's when she realised what a mess she made. The bread batter was messed all over her clothes, if one of the head thralls caught sight of this, they would serve her head as dessert for the Queen.

With a sigh, y/n poured what's was left of the batter into a cooking tray and left to go change. There was no way she could serve the dishes to the Queen in a dirty dress. It was times like this where y/n wished she was rather assigned to work in the fields, that way she could dirty her dress as much as she wanted without dealing with nagging head thralls.

"You, thrall." Oh dear God no.

y/n turned around to the voice that called for her, only to come face to face with the dazzling blues eyes that she had always dreamed of.

"Come here," Ivar Ragnarsson said.

Fuck me sideways.