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...
"A whore?" Torvi asks and looks at me with utter amusement
"By whore of Toulouse, I meant my cousin from Toulouse" I speak with shaky voice
Both Astrid and Torvi burst out laughing
"This is not a hilarious joke! She has wrecked many families" I say as I turn around to look at Torvi and Astrid who are trying their best to hide their laughter
"I mean it! She is the most ungodly woman I know and she will be here next week for a visit. Oh, Good lord" I say as I sit and bury my face in my hands
"She cannot be that bad, what are you afraid of?" Torvi says as it starts pouring outside and the beautiful clear day turns into a dark gloomy night
"I have a bad feeling about this, lord knows why" I say defeated
*A guard enters the room*
The guard bows down and says "King Ivar, demands your presence in the war room"
"I'll be there" I say as I lift my head up and look at Torvi and Astrid who are quiet now
"I'll be back and then we shall pick outfits for my cousin's visit" I say and both of them nod
I feel a pang of excitement in my heart as I leave the chambers to see Ivar
