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With a heavy heart, Alfild decided that she had to see Ivar. Perhaps if they talked, she could fix the damage that was done between him and his brothers. Or maybe just prevent yet another tragedy. After all, if Ubbe left to go to Kattegat now, who's side would he be on when Ivar attacked Kattegat?
These past few days, War had become less and less seductive to Alfild. Peace between the brothers appeared a far better alternative. And so, that brought her to now.
She walked over to the church that had now become Ivar's primary location. Men with swords stood outside, intimidating looks pressed onto their features. They did not intimidate Alfild. Then again, no one did.
"I'm here to see Ivar." She spoke calmly, craning her head upwards to look at the men. Still, she remained firm in her stance, the confidence of a queen oozed off of her.
The men stood tall, simply ignoring that the girl was there. This, of course, ignited a flame within Alfild. She was a queen, how dare they treat her with such disrespect!
"Step aside." She growled, voice low. "Now."
One of the men looked down, a smirk on his face. "We can't let you in. And you don't have the authority to make us move."
"I am a Queen!" She roared with a ferocity that made the ground shake. Her flaming eyes scorched the earth, hand firmly placed upon her blade. "Now move."
The other man looked down, his features now amused. "Or what?" He asked.
In an instant, her sword was in his chest. The movement was barely visible, but it was done. She pushed it deep, the blade coming out through his back, and watched as agony pierced his eyes. Blood made her fingers crimson and her eyes were wide with the thrill of this rage and murder. With a sharp jolt, she pulled the sword out from the man as he drooped to the ground. He wasn't dead, but he was bleeding out. No healer could save him now. Alfild's face was splattered with blood and it slowly turned to look at the other man.
"Move." She growled. Her voice was quiet but furious, it made one's bones quiver in pure terror.
But the man was loyal. He stood strong, now holding his sword out to fight the girl if he had to. She wasn't afraid. Such men posed no threat to her.
As she swung her sword up to kill the other man, however, someone grabbed her arm. As she was about to push them off and kill them too, a familiar voice sounded out.
"Alfild stop." Hvitserk spoke calmly. She turned, lowering her sword. The boy could see the anger that burned within her and the blood that covered her. Gently, he held out his hand to her and led her away from the gruesome scene that was unfolding.
"Why are you helping them?" She asked, her anger still bubbling in her chest.
"I'm not helping them, I'm helping you." He answered firmly.
The girl looked up at him, stopping in her tracks. So many emotions were pounding in her chest and all she wanted was to cry. "I just wanted you to stay." She spoke, the tears now brimming in her eyes. With a sigh, Hvitserk pulled her into an embrace and the tears ran freely down her cheeks. "I-"
"It's okay." He said calmly. "Ivar's always been like this."
But the girl simply looked up with a broken gaze. "Not to me."
