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...
After patrolling the city walls with Ubbe and Hvitserk for an hour or so, the three of you walk back through the city gates. Siv, Frigg and Saga are training some of your other maidens near the battlements.
"How is it going?" you call out to them. As you approach with the two brothers stood at either side of you.
"Well..." Frigg smiles, huffing and sheathing her sword as she turns to you.
"Yes, they have improved" Siv chuckles, playing with one of the young maiden's hair.
"BUT THEY ARE STILL NO MATCH FOR US" Saga roars playfully to the maiden she is training. You all laugh.
"Perhaps not yet, but soon!" you chuckle, looking to the young girls with a reassuring smile.
"Have you seen my brother?" Ubbe speaks to your maidens.
"Yes, he has asked Arne for a tattoo" Saga speaks. Pointing her sword down a small street of the city.
Ubbe and Hvitserk turn to follow in its direction and you follow close behind. As you watch your feet move one in front of the other you are stopped abruptly as you almost walk into Ubbe.
"Let us through. Do you know who we are?" he speaks in an angered tone. You look up to see White Hair, a beast of a man with a huge scar covering his cheek look down to you then to the brothers stood in front of you. You disliked him, but Ivar had seen fit to use him for his own personal protection whilst in York.
White Hair steps forward. "We know who you are. What do you want?"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I want to speak to my brother Ivar, now get out of my way..." Ubbe scoffs as him and Hvitserk step forward but are pushed back by White Hairs men with their shields.
"I'll ask him if it's alright." White Hairs spits.
Pushing Ubbe and Hvitserk to one side you stand beneath White Hair. He towers over you but this does not phase you. If it came to a fight you would be quicker than him, despite his brute force.
"Move aside, White Hair..." you grumble as he looks down at you chuckling. "I SAID MOVE ASIDE!" you scream, pulling a blade tied on your lower back up to his throat, your blood now boiling. Hvitserk places a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you.
"Hm" he grumbles, an evil smirk plastered on his face as he moves to let you and the brothers through. Hvitserk and Ubbe push past the men. Still holding your blade against White Hairs skin you stand up taller to him.
You chuckles as you remove the blade from his throat, sharply. Keeping eye contact as you place it back behind your back. Following after the brothers.
"Ubbe, Hvitserk...My love! Did you take a look around? The work on strengthening the defenses is going well..." Ivar speaks in a jolly tone.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
