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...
The pyre was growing in size just in front of you as large logs of wood and small pieces of kindling were added. As you stood there silently watching the preparation take place, Hvitserk approaches you, making you jump as he speaks...
"Ivar has asked to see you..." his tone is shallow as if he expects you to pull a weapon on him again at the intrusion.
But instead you remain still and silent, watching the men gather more material for the pyre.
"Sigrid..." he prompts.
You respond only with a sigh.
Not wanting to see Ivar. It had taken all the power you could muster to walk out of that hall earlier today, leaving him unharmed. You still cannot believe he would betray you in such a way. Nor whether you can trust him now, or at any point in the near future. He was going to have to grovel at your feet after this sacrifice has taken place.
"You deserve better Sigrid. I did warn you to be mindful of my brother..." he is cut short by the look you shoot him. Warning him with your hard gaze.
"I will speak to Ivar after the sacrifice has taken place...and not a moment sooner. You can tell him that!" you growl, moving away from him and into the fort to find your maidens. You did not wish to see, hear or even think about any of the Sons of Ragnar right now.
***
The drums echo around the courtyard. Frigg, Saga and Siv are stood by your side, it feels reassuring to have them close. As you watch Ivar, stood to the left of the unlit pyre. He and he alone would officiate this sacrifice, you made sure of it. Ubbe and Hvitserk are stood behind Ivar, facing in the direction of the the muffled screams emanating from the dark corridor. The corridor leading to the fortification in the centre of York, where the slave girl has been prepared. You look to your left and watch as she is dragged by two stocky men through the corridor and towards the pyre.
Her pleading screams become louder as she approaches, first directed to the men carrying her to spare her, and then to Ivar.
"IVAR PLEASE...I BEG YOU PLEASE. SPARE ME AND THE GODS WITH FAVOUR YOU" she is hysterical. Tears flowing from her eyes like hot lava. You watch her continue to grovel with the men carrying her, whilst trying to loosen the ropes around her wrists.
The men begin to climb the wooden structure around the pyre, dragging her reluctant body up with them until they finally fix her to the post. She struggles there for a few seconds, again her focus is on her tied wrists, willing them free with her frantic movements. She then stares down to Ivar. Who seems as though he cannot bare to look at her.
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"IVAR PLEASE! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL GIVE YOU CHILDREN! I CAN BARE YOU SONS, THE GODS WILL IT!" her eyes are almost as desperate as her bold words. You teeth clench together roughly and you fix your eyes on Ivar.
