Can love really transform you into Better or worse?
{Worth binge reading}
Will Ivar, the ruthless handsome Viking fall in love with Nova, a French princess who is polar opposite to him? A historical fiction based on the year of 1000 AD, this story...
"Today we shall attack the French castle and seize control over France. We pray to Allfather to guide us and protect us" Ivar says while addressing the army "If we are to die today, then we should die in war and not as old men on beds!" He screams and the crowd cheers, "May we succeed in our attempt and may we slit throats of anyone who tries to stop us!!" Ivar raises his fists and the crowd follows his command and cheers
Ivar looks at his two brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk and they nod in agreement
"It time" Ivar says with anger and thirst in his blue eyes
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As the vikings head towards the south east direction towards the castle, they move quietly and in total silence so as to not attract any unwanted attention from the small village nearby, they cross a small house near a stream and proceed with caution. The army is lead by Ivar with his brothers on his side.
The sun is nearly set and the darkness creeps in the sky, the sky is of orange purple colour and the blood woods are quite like the times when snow falls. After a while Ivar stops his horse and commands his army to stall.
"What is it?" Ubbe asks as the sky turns grey
"I think I heard something" Ivar says with serious expression and raises his hand and scans the area with his eyes
"I think I heard something too" Hvitserk says and looks around
Something runs around the bushes and the three brothers take out the sword and points it to the side of the road, it's nearly dark and impossible to see, the army is not carrying lanterns to avoid being seen by the royal army. The only light is the full moon's light
"Who is it, come out, I am not scared of you" Ivar says while smiling and gets down from his horse, then something again runs around the army like a black shadow and everyone pulls out their swords
"Come out or I swear I will burn this whole forest down" Ivar says
A man in black appears, he has red paint all over his face. It's the Pagan chief.
"Ivar the Great" the chief bows down in front of Ivar
"It's you, the french Pagans! I am honoured to have met you, I appreciate your support in our plans" Ivar smiles and nod
"The honour is all ours, we despise the christian cunts as much as you do. The royal family should be slaughtered and hanged like pigs. They have done nothing for the french people or french lands. we want them gone." The chief looks in Ivar's gleaming eyes
"I hope to make your and ours dream come true, now we have to proceed" Ivar says and turns around to mount his white horse
"Not so fast" the chief says, "We agreed to help you in exchange for a sacrifice, we need a sacrifice for the gods" he stares and tilts his head, "Where is our sacrifice?"
