Alfild's vision blurred into darkness. Darkness everywhere. In the small cracks of light, she could see specs of dust that drifted towards the ground. Her head pounded like a drum, aching like it hadn't ached in a long time.
Fear quickly arose within her, her hand jolting towards the bump that held her child. As if it knew she was terrified, it kicked against her, and a smile spread over her lips.
By now, Bjorn had likely named himself King and denounced her and Ivar. She was no longer queen of Kattegat, but she remained queen of her own territory. Bjorn could not kill her without risking war. So, she supposed that was why she was heaped into this dank dark cell.
Her warpaint was smeared with sweat and tears, her fingers sticky with dried blood. Had it been hours? Days? She wasn't sure. She assumed it was still day, from the singular crack of light that shone down into the damp room. But what time? What was going on? Had Ivar escaped? If he hadn't, he was likely dead by now. Knowing him, the fool could've very well have been stubborn enough to come back for her. But her gut told her he wasn't that stupid. Surely he'd run, gone to seek assistance so that he could take back Kattegat and save her.
The door rattled on its hinges, someone making their way into the cell. Alfild scrambled, pulling herself up and sitting with her back against the wall - holding her belly protectively as though she could save the child within somehow. In the darkness she couldn't see them, three figures that entered the room, but as they stepped into the light her heart stopped.
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Twisted (book 3) - Ivar The Boneless
FanfictionAlfild wakes up in a cell, alone and not actually dead. Without Ivar there, she feels she might not survive after the birth of their child. Nevertheless, she remains loyal to the end. Even if it kills her.
