After Ivar lost the battle for Kattegat, he found himself roaming around kingdom of Kieavan Rus where he meets a beautiful, but mysterious princess of Kiev.
This is the story of war they fought together, and the love they shared.
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Win a battle, win a war, all that sounds so easy when you have soldiers who fight and bleed for you doesn't it?
But stay by their side, lead them, guide them into their deaths if it is needed, make them believe that it is worth it, that they are heroes, survive, and then weep those who died on the battlefield, but still stay strong and hold your head up high. That is everything that a princess have to do for her warriors when she is leading them into the battle, in exchange, all that they need to do, is to be ready to die for her and her ambitions.
And people did die in the battle, not many of them, but the cold night was decorated with the slight number of the funerals, and the cries of the woman whose husbands didn't come back, echoed trough the Kiev.
Brynhildr stood outside as the snow gently fallen on her hair making it even whiter then it was, her blue eyes beamed with tears. She felt as if she had to bury someone of her own. Maybe fighting beside someone on the battlefield really creates a bond? Or maybe it was the painful cries of those who impatiently waited for their loved ones to come back from battle, and they came back, but dead.
"Warriors die in battles every day, that is not a reason for crying." Ivar whispered coming closer to her. He put the cloak over her shoulders. She only then realized how cold was outside.
"Is it wrong to weep for those that died for you?"
"No, but it is unnecessary to be that sensible when you are a queen."
"This is the first time I am starting a war, the first time I brought dead soldiers back home." Brynhildr answered and Ivar stood beside her.
"Don't. If you cry for every warrior that dies for you, then you will break." Ivar said.
"Did you cry when you thought that I am going to die?" Brynhildr asked him. Ivar looked away from her before answering her question.
"When Balder, Odin's beloved son died, not only did people weep. But fire wept. And iron, and all the other metals wept. The stones wept. Earth wept."
Brynhildr listened him, shivering on his words. She heard the tale of Balder's death before, but it was the tale that always made her sad.
