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...
(The theme song is Worst of you by Maisie Peters!! It's such an amazing song. Do listen to it!)
Nova's POV
I comb my brown hair gently, they have grown quite long since I last cut them abruptly. The day my anger translated into the erratic action of me chopping my long hair
The wooden giraffe is perfectly placed onto my dresser, I take a look at it and smile. Bjorn Ironside is a nice man, I think to myself. Though both are sons of Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar and Bjorn are alike and different at the same time
What is similar is their their temper, their work ethic and the depth of their souls
What different is the way they see the world.
*Door Opens*
"Nova.." Ivar says as he quietly enters the room
I look back and smile at him, I have seen him after so long and the physiological gymnastics begin in my heart again
"You are not joining the men for the feast? They have kept it in your honour" I say as I turn back to the mirror and stare at my brush while combing, trying to avoid eye contact
"I don't care about them" Ivar says and throws his armour and sword to a side
His answer throws me off a little, but I banter with him anyway
"I see, then what do you care about?" I tease absentmindedly
"You" Ivar replies
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The blood in my veins dances as my heartbeat goes bersek. It is one of the things Ivar does to me, that no body else can. I love and hate him for it. For making me feel this way.
Because to feel this way is to feel more than I am capable of feeling...
Because to feel this way is like the glacier cracking...
To feel this way tolose all sense of control...
To feel this way is to betamed forever and more...
She stalls and take a deep breath to turn around and look at me in utter astonishment
God damn she is beautiful, no matter what emotion she shows. She is beautiful.
She says nothing, but I hear everything
"I didn't want to spend time with them men or anyone else. I want to be with you. Being away from you made me miserable baby" I say as I walk towards her as she gets frightened by my presence.
