''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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Dear Father... I have been fearing for this day for years, and today it has finally arrived. Despite my fears and concerns, this may be the opportunity to start over. Maybe ... It's the only solution. Maybe I can continue what my grandfather, and you, couldn't. Maybe eventually we will have peace. Maybe...
"It's a lot of maybes...'' Eve leaned forward, resting her hand on Alfred's shoulders, which seemed more disturbed than she had imagined. "I understand that communicating with Athelstan brings comfort to you. To be honest, I would like him to guide me again as he did the first time we met. But the real answer he cannot give to you. Because the answer to all these questions is already waiting for you outside.''
"I just ... I have a bad feeling." His fingers caressed the girl's cheek. ''And in moments of distress, talking to him brings me serenity. It's like I can feel his presence.''
Aethelred, followed by the Northmen, abruptly invaded the chapel where his brother and his sister-in-law were.
"My intention is not to be a disrespectful brother, but we can not afford to waste any more time. That psychotic demon is waiting for us. We need to get over this.''
"He can't know my mother is here," Bjorn protested.
"But at this point, he must know. We need to hide her, to avoid further trouble'' Alfred said.
"Take her to my room, one of the guards will be waiting, but I don't think the Boneless would have the audacity to go in there." Evellíne intervened. Lagertha seemed to be confused, not understanding why she would take a risk helping her. "You... the oldest brother...Bjorn? You should go along, I imagine that for being her only child, as him seeing you here, it will be clear that your mother accompanies you. Hide. It's the best thing to do.''
The strong, penetrating stare of the girl stunned Bjorn, who without saying a word, followed with one of the guards and Lagertha to the royal room.
"You better go with one of the guards too." Aethelred grabbed Eve's arm. "It's too dangerous.''
"If there's anyone here who can make me come or go, that person is clearly not you." The prince released her arm roughly.
Evellíne didn't feel comfortable treating Aethelred rudely, but she knew that if she tried another approach, he might confuse her good manners with interest, thus leaving her in an even more uncomfortable situation. Besides, the prince's possessiveness and obsession made her very angry.
"As a King, do what you have to do, but don't trust Ivar." Ubbe snuck up to Alfred, almost whispering in his ear, "all he needs is one chance. And it is exactly this chance that will cost us.''
"I suppose it's just you and me, then," Ubbe said affectionately to Torvi, who held his rigid posture as if prepared for the worst.
''You have to tell him soon, Ubbe,'' she replied, making Ubbe roll his eyes.
