You make way for Kattegat to fight alongside the Sons of Ragnar as they plan to avenge their late father's death.
You are known amongst your people as a fierce warrior and great beauty. Having fought for your earldom since your father's death, you...
Later that day, after you and your army had settled in across the city. You, your generals, most trusted shield maidens and closest friends Frigg, Siv, and Saga housed in a small building close to the great hall and royal residences, began to unpack.
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"I do not like that crippled Prince...Ivar, he disrespected you more times than I care to recall" Frigg spoke in an angered tone. Removing her helmet. She was the tallest of the maidens, a most fearsome warrior and your oldest friend.
"I agree with Frigg, he should do well to remember who he is speaking to the next time he opens his mouth" Saga grunted as she finished sharpening a knife she had taken from her boot a few moments prior. Her eyes narrowing, contorting her tattooed brow.
"I should not worry sister, it seems that if his brothers are unable to keep him in check, that we shall have little effect on his demeanor towards us" Siv laughed to her older sister, who spat on the knife she was sharpening, showing her anger at her younger sister's comment.
"Siv you are wise to think as you do, whilst I do not disagree with you both. This man has no care for how we have fought for where we all are today. He does not and will not understand the trials the gods put us women through." you smiled at your companions. "Although, I do not doubt that he is so sour towards his elder brothers as a result of years of ill-treatment."
"As would be their right...how they continue to live alongside such a wicked tongued monster is beyond me" Frigg muttered towards the end of her sentence, attempting to control her fury.
"Agreed" spat Saga.
Siv only smirked as she watched her sister finally finish sharpening her knife and sheath it back in her boot.
A loud knocking sounded on the door of your shared residence. The four of you looked in its direction and Frigg, standing tall approached the door and swang in open. Her hand never leaving her axe, tied to her hip. You had all trained to never be unprepared in any situation, especially in a new city.
"Your presence is requested in the Great Hall, Earl Sigrid." a small slave girl spoke to you, looking up at Frigg in admiration and then to you.
"Thank you, we will be along shortly." you smiled.
The door closed behind the girl and you turned to a table behind you, covered in your weapons and jewellery. Dressing elaborately with gold bangles and belts. You then turned to your comrades who had begun fixing axes, swords and daggers to them in various ways.
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"Let us try and avoid appearing superior to the Sons of Ragnar when it comes to planning a successful attack" you smile devilishly at them and you all laugh as you exit and make your way across the muddy courtyard to the Great Hall.
