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...
Storming through the castle doors, feet loud over its cobbled floor, you approach the room in which the Sons of Ragnar are sat discussing what to do with King Ecgberht. 'How dare she speak to me like that' you continue to argue your case in your head. Fists clenched in anger. You hear the brothers argue, muffled slightly by the huge timber doors and your violent huffing. The room goes silent and you hear footsteps approach. You move swiftly away from the door to make it seem as though you had not been waiting there, you walk further into the castle.
"SIGRID"
Turning back to face the doors, now swung open with the brothers emerging back into the courtyard. You notice Ivar is in front, crawling violently towards his chariot. Your eyes then meet Hvitserk who had been last to leave the room and is looking intently at you...awaiting your reply.
"Hvitserk..." you force a smile, pushing down all the emotions Saga had brought to the surface a few moments earlier.
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"Are you alright?" he steps closer to you, a concerned look on his face as your turn. Your face red and flustered.
"Yes...yes I am fine." you compose yourself, smiling more naturally now as you bring your eyes from the floor to meet his. He stands awkwardly for a moment. 'Surely Ubbe and he do not really hold feelings for me?' you say to yourself. All throughout your life men had tried to gain your affection purely to consolidate their power. But the brothers had no reason to do this, they were sons of the great Ragnar Lodbrok...why did they seek your affection. For you could do nothing but dismiss them both. Perhaps if things had been different. If you had not fallen for Ivar in such a way...
"Did you overhear?" he questions, pointing at the door. Pulling you out of your thoughts and back to his gaze.
"Uh, no, no...I had just been walking past. What did you decide? Will you blood eagle him as you did Ælle?"
"Perhaps, Ivar and Sigurd agree on it, but..."
"Ivar and Sigurd agree on it?" your eyes grow wide with confusion.
"Mmm...but Ubbe and I think it would benefit our people to seek land here...in England. King Ecgberht can legally grant us the lands of East Anglia. It was our father's dream to settle on these rich lands, and we are now in the position to take them."
"I agree, but surely Ecgberht must die?"
"He must die, yes...but we must consider our position of power. The English could mount an attack from almost anywhere, in a land we have no advantage over."
"You and your brothers must talk on this further if what you say is true."
"Yes, Björn is consulting King Harald and the other Earls as we speak."
"I must go and find Ivar..." you smile and move towards the courtyard. Only making it a step or two before you are stopped. Hvitserk's hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to him. Angry at his touch you turn and swat his hand away like a fly...
