The Story of Brae Lothbrok

Chapter Four

The next morning I was awakened by the warm sun on my face. The only warmth that I'm getting now. It was then taken away when a large boat blocked it. I lifted my head up from the wall and scoffed. Sleeping on the boat was nothing compared to this. I looked to see my men were still asleep themselves. I then looked over to Sif who was already gone.

Guards came in and violently picked me up and brung me upstairs. It was warmer and smelled of sweet pastries. Nothing like I'm used to back in Kattegat. The only sweet thing I've ever eaten was fruit and sweet bread. They practically dragged me through the hall.

"I can walk, I hope you know," I said. They ignored me as they continued to drag me.

They tossed me into a room, it was beautiful, much warmer, and it smelled like sweets.

"They told me your mother used to cook with the thralls..." Fredyis voice came. I looked around until I saw her standing, back to me, and she wore nothing but a sheer cloth that I could clearly see-through.

I got up and fixed myself to what I could do. "They also told me she enjoyed farming, very unroyal of her."

"She also never wore a crown..."

I chuckled, "No, she wore one."

She turned to me, her lips pressed together, and her eyes are still as sharp as an eagle. Her hair is curly falling down to her back.

"She was still a Queen nonetheless..." she said, giving me her best soft smile. I rolled my eyes.

"They said you had two fathers, one who was actually your birth father pretending to be your Uncle...Hvitserk is his name?"

"Yes?"

"I hear he is now King of London..." she said, walking passed me.

My heart fluttered when I heard they were both safe and well in their new home. My mind can fully focus on my situation.

"King Hvitserk?" She cooed, pouring herself something to drink.

"Yes," I said, with happiness in my voice.

She turned to me and smiled. Her smile is sadistic and it curves behind her cheeks. It reminds of Hvitserk.

"It is said, he never wanted to be King, now that Ivar the Boneless is dead he is a sudden urge to conquer the world..." She said, looking at me for the truth.

"He wants to give my mother a better life I suppose..." I shrugged.

"And you, you want a crown?"

"No, I want the crown that was promised to me..." I said. "This land was given to me by right, it's mine."

Freydis laughed, going back over the table she was originally at. "How old do you think you are?"

"I'm seventeen now, going on eighteen..."

"No woman in your life?" She asked. I didn't like where this conversation was going. I wanted my own Queen.

I cleared my throat, "No, not yet she's out there though."

I knew she didn't like my answer as she placed her cup down with slight anguish.

"Sif!" She called. Sif came from behind the door. This time her hair was up like a Viking's style. I smile pleasantly hoping she would see me. She didn't even look up; she seemed more frightened since yesterday. She stood in front of Freydis, her body slightly shaking.

"Where is breakfast I've asked several times already..." She said. She shifted her head towards me, her eyes had tears falling from them as her lips formed the words, help. I pursed my lips together, as I know I'm just as helpless right now. All I could mouth back is, soon.