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...
Entering into the dimly lit hall, adorned with dripping candles and scattered with warriors drinking. You, Siv and Frigg slowly walk through the wooden doors, composing yourselves as best you can before coming into view of some of the men inside.
"Yes! Sigrid saved..." Ubbe speaks pointing to Ivar who is limping to a table in front of his brothers, sat across from him.
"I what?" you speak, in an exhausted tone. You were in no mood to deal with the brothers arguing over anything, especially you. Your heart was still in pieces from laying Saga to rest.
"I was going to say...that Sigrid saved your life" Ubbe finishes, looking from you to Ivar.
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"It was all my strategy." Ivar lifts one of his legs and sits on the table behind him with a grunt. His braces were no doubt taking a toll on him now. They were so heavy and he had refused to take them off since fashioning them at the blacksmiths. "And you know that" he growls to his brothers.
"We all did very well...wh...why do you argue?" Hvitserk asks the room.
"I agree" you add, gesturing to Hvitserk with your hand. Before leading your maidens to take a seat near Ivar.
"I'm not arguing" Ivar speaks in a joking manner to his brothers as you cross in front of him.
His eyes follow you as you stand next to him and lean against the table he is half sat upon. Frigg and Siv sit on a chair and chest not far from you both, their heads bowing in sorrow. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your battle bruised knuckles gently.
"Good...the most important thing is what we do next" Ubbe interrupts the touching moment.
"And...isn't that obvious Ubbe?" Ivar gowls, his eyes meeting his brothers across the room. Angered by his interruption.
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"Yes! We have defeated the Saxons. Let's make good our claim to the land. Let's all make peace..." Ubbe holds his hands up with a smile. As if it the obvious course of action to take.
"I have no interest in peace...peace is a dirty word" Ivar speaks, looking around the room at the scattered warriors, gaining the laughs of a few drinking about the room.
