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...
(Theme song Heartbeat by Enrique Iglesias ft Nicole Scherzinger, please listen to it!! It is EXACTLY what this chapter is meant to sound like if it were a song.)
Nova's POV
I look in the mirror, my big brown eyes are bright and dull at the same time. I reflect back on this monumental day in which I killed my brother Adrian who attempted to violate me and married Ivar, who my heart is dearly fond of.
As I remove my earrings I can feel the burdens on my shoulders momentarily melting away, Ivar's chamber is quite and well lit as I sit on the vanity chair trying to take it all in.
This used to be my father's chamber, a kind and just ruler. Now, It belongs to Ivar, a ruthless and merciless viking who is now my husband
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I have removed both of my earrings successfully now as I take my comb as brush my hair gently, these tight braids have stiffened my scalp, it is reliving to finally comb my hair.
I can hear the vikings celebrating as loudly as they ever can, the whole France can hear them cheer as they sing and laugh in merry. Ivar must be enjoying the celebration as I decided not to be a part of it as I was too tired. But honestly, I was in no mood to make merry after I watched that inhuman sacrifice of that baker boy. Poor soul...
*The chamber door opens with a loud noise*
"Sweet Jesus!" I scream has my hairbrush falls to the ground and I bend over to pick it up
"Shhh... didn't mean to scare you" Ivar says as he gently shuts the door behind him and walks towards me
My heart and mind are going haywire, just the tone of his voice makes me go weak on my knees.
I can hate him better when he is not around.
He walks toward me and stops a few feet away and looks at me through the mirror as I do the same
"You didn't come for the feast?" He says with a sweet voice
"I was exhausted" I say as I continue brushing my hair, "Why did you return, the feast has not ended yet." I turn a little as I look at him, he is unbuckling his belt like a child
Is he anticipating sex?
"It was no fun without you, I would rather spend time with you than with some drunk bastards" Ivar scoffs
"Language!" I stare at him and he raises his hands in protest, he then proceeds to sit on the bed and starts removing his armour and boots, throwing them to the side while stealing glances at me as I tie the bow on my white lace night dress near my chest
"Our first night as man and wife? eh?" Ivar looks at me and smirks
