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...
I tie his arms and his legs, as he begs for his life.
"No, let me go. I won't come near her ever again" Andrew shrieks but I don't care. After I tie him to my horse and burn the last little catholic church, I will feel at piece.
"Ready" I say to a fellow viking and he nods, we grab the kerosene barrel and spill it around the church.
"Die fuckers" I smile and throw a flame torch on the kerosone and run outside only to watch the white church be swallowed by the flames.
This glory is ours
"You heathens, you devils! Thoo!" Andrew says and spit in my direction
"You seem to courageous for someone who is about to die" I say and choke his neck. My men and I then tie his legs on one side and I hold the other side of the rope in my hand as I mount my horse.
"Let's go the other way, the rock laiden way" I smirk at Andrew as his eyes widens and he begs to let him go
"Haaaa!" I scream and we drag Andrew throughout the road
I hesitate but I know, the more I delay the question the heavier the blow for her will be
"I want to marry you. I mean I will marry you." I say looking at her but she is looking ahead, just like she always does. She doesn't move or say anything.
"Umm, it is something that you have to do. Consider it as a duty" I say shyly, afraid for the first time in my life about what she will say next.
But she doesn't say anything
"Nova? I am talking to you?" I say as I tilt my head to look at her and I see a drop of tear in her eyes under the moonlight
"Why?" she finally speaks
"Because I want to know what you think.." I say but she interrupts and asks, "I mean why do you want to marry me?" she finally tilts towards me and our breaths syncopates
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"I want to marry you because I have to, you need a king and I need a queen. I need a queen to rule, and you need a king to survive" I say a little angrily
"Just make the transition easier for both of us, Nova. I don't want any troubles or tantrums" I say
"That's the reason?" She asks meekly
Of course not. That is not the main reason! The reason is that I cannot bear a second without you, the reason is that I cannot think clearly with you, the reason is after my mother, Aslaug you are the only woman that i have come to care for. The reason is YOU!
