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Walking through the Erie campground seeing the faces of Vikings gave chills to her spine and the image of King Aella's lifeless body struck her fearful. She had survived the merciless sight of the most horrible torture in the Viking world but she was far from erasing that memory so easily. It was cruel for Ivar to do such deed but she had her share in that fault.
After the torture of King Aella, the Brothers were proud of where her loyalty lies with them and in the Gods but Hvitserk was concerned that it caused trauma in Rosaline. When he had the chance to confront her, Rosaline pushed away and told him that everything will be okay, including her. She might have convinced him but she might not have convinced herself.
It did scar her mentally and it did show her the side of violence that mankind held; yet if she was going to live forever with Vikings, bloodshed and death should not phase her. The only thing keeping her motivated is the growing affection and admiration she has for Hvitserk. He is everything to her.
Nevertheless, Rosaline continued her way to the Ragnarssons. They have gifted her beautiful gowns that were scavenged through the castle of Northumbria. She politely gave her gratitude by the shock that they thought about her. Flattered yet curious. One gown, a yellow tulle with embroidered yellow flowers on the bust that had pink embellishments and pink embroidered flowers on the rest of the dress, well represented her feelings of remembrance and uncertainty.
Her fingers clutch her cloak proceeding towards the Ragnarssons that sat around in a circle feasting on a deer. Taking a deep breath she smiles ever so poised. "Have I missed the fun?"
Sigurd snorted. "There isn't fun with Ivar around." He continued to cut away the meat of the deer. Ivar gave a nasty look towards Sigurd but continued to drink away in his cup of ale.
Hvitserk reached out to hold Rosaline's hand and lead her to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her small frame as he laid his head against her back. The smell of vibrant lavender could be interpreted as a very recent bath. His fingers ventured to Rosaline's thighs as he innocently drew shapes.
Rosaline could feel the tingles of contact even through the material of the gown. She knew that she had to give Hvitserk a taste of her lips, however, it made him hunger for something bigger. Her body couldn't be relaxed as many pairs of light coloured eyes were fixated on the couple.
"Did you see how faint those Saxons were, Saline? I don't think they can truly trouble us." Ivar said intrigued.
Rosaline sighed. "Not all of them are made to fight in battles such as yourself Ivar. Take some reconsideration that they are common folk."
