''Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it.''
Evellíne embarks on a journey with her parents to England, as a request of Queen Judith and her son, King Alfred. They barely met and the connection between them is so strong that in a blin...
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The Ragnar's sons were definitely not Alfred's favorite people.
His grandfather's death was unforgivable, and it just made everything even worse between them. Not to mention the hundreds and hundreds of deaths of the English people.
There was a lot of resentment, but also a glimmer of hope, despite everything.
The search for peace has always been something that has instigated him since the day he heard his grandfather calling Ragnar Lothbrok as a "friend" and seeing in his eyes how much he admired and respected him. Of course, the agreement of the land was in a certain bad taste, but knowing the sarcastic side of Ecbert, somehow he understood the reason for the cheating. And after all, both sides got hurt, both sides bled out, so that was kinda fair.
But Evellíne was right.
From the beginning, from the day she arrived, the girl had emphasized the importance of trying to seal the peace. Even Athelstan, through her gift, had expressed that this was also his will.
"We will set a guard at the camp tonight, all of you better be prepared!" Aethelred alerted to his soldiers.
At that moment, a hurricane of thoughts invaded Alfred's head. How everything changed; for the best of course; but that stills surprised him.
He was a King now. He was about to marry the woman of his dreams. He wished to have many children and to grow old with the duty fulfilled to have made Wessex prosperous to his people and unwavering to the enemies. But for all this to go as planned, he needed to be very careful in meeting the Northmen tonight. He has to use every word thoroughly in his favor, and for that, he had wished for his bride by his side, after all, she used to have the best advice he ever heard, and for having more firm pulse than him, she would give more credibility. But putting her face to face with the heathens, it was too high a price, and he definitely couldn't risk it.
''I'm ready'' he said confidently.
''Almost...'' she giggled, carrying his crown in her tiny hands.
''Almost?'' he asks while she put his golden crown on his head.
"I know what you're thinking, and I think it's too soon..." Evellíne whispered in Alfred's ear. "You barely recovered from your sickness, how do you intend to have the strength to go talk with them? What if everything goes wrong? Let's be realistic... in the situation, you're in, you can barely hold a sword without fall in the ground."
Sitting on the throne, the unbeliever looks of his subjects surrounded him. Standing on his right, the Queen, and on the left side, Evellíne. Both extremely concerned.
"People of Wessex." Silence, everyone turned their attention to him "during my entire life it's been said that I'm destined for something extraordinary, to greatness. I hope that the Lord allows me to discover my destiny today and that everything be remedied for the good of our people, that we may have the worthy future that our children and grandchildren deserve." he rose and approached the public "I pray for our kingdom once devastated by the heathens, but I also have faith that this past so terrible and full of darkness, can be replaced by a present and future of harmony and light. That it is possible to rebuild and recover all that has been lost through peace. Taking the lives of our enemies is easy. The hard part is trying to turn them into allies. And today, I tell you, I choose the hard part." some booed, others applauded him "We may fail but at least we will try. If they came only for our lands, then the lands they will have. I'm gonna make a deal that benefits both of us equally. I want peace, above all, and I will fight with everything I got until I reach it. But if they want blood... there will be blood."
