2 book of the series
Irvina was always a religious woman. So far North, people believed more than down South. Every one of her decisions was first at least twice consulted with her Seeress. So when the lost raven-haired woman sailed to her shores, i...
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He stared at the place next to him. It did not surprise him that he woke up alone, but it surprised him that he was not the one leaving. Where was the woman he wanted to undress and devour? His muscles tightened as blood rushed down. This was not the first time he wanted to fuck someone so bad his body ached. But it was definitely the first time he cared if they could cuddle after. Climbing out of bed, he found himself padding out of the room.
He shivered once he stepped out of the room. Yes, up North, it was even colder then he was used to. His bare feet probably didn't help either. Frowning as his eyes found the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He was confused, why was she staring at the crown so intensely.
"Now, you seem more obsessed than my brother." He made his presence known, voice husky from just waking up.
She chuckled slightly, "I guess I am." He stepped closer, just a step away from the crown. He could just effortlessly grasp it and run. But he would much rather grasp it and put it on her silky hair. Her pale skin glinted in the dim light. She was beautiful, so effortlessly. He could only guess how many men in this town wanted to share her bed. But that was only his privilege.
Possessively stepping over the crown, he advanced towards her. His hands claimed the position at the edges of arm seats before he leaned forward, caging her. A small smile graced her lips as he breathed her in. He bent, hiding his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling.
"Aren't you worried that someone will notice how you're treating your prisoner?" A smirk played at her lips as they both neared.
"They are in a completely different longhouse if you're asking about your captures." He could see her eyes sparkle as he leaned closer. He could easily capture her lips. His gaze smothered her before he brushed her nose with his. How could he be this gentle with someone?
"And what about your servants. What will they all think when they hear you're fucking your enemy." Feeling like a wolf, he nuzzled under her chin. The small giggle that left her lips brought him immense satisfaction.
"They will think that it is not their business." Scoffing, he nipped at her throat. His voice a husky drawl as he spoke, "I wouldn't be so sure." She scoffed right back before tilting her head back.
"My people know better than to talk into my life." He didn't answer too occupied with marking her skin. Was this too forward. He didn't really care that they didn't know each other. He suckled at her collarbone, hoping to leave enough marks that everyone would see.
Humming, "Of course, my Queen." He grinned as she whined when he pushed back. One of his hands gripped her waist. "I could take you right here." She leaned closer as if challenging him to try. Stepping even closer, he pushed her legs apart.
That's when the silence of the room was broken by a frail scream of agony. There was a sound of sobbing, desperate wails that bounced off the walls from a room at the very end of the hallway. "Ignore it." She pushed him aside, paying no mind to his confusion as she led the way to her room.
"Who was it?" He could see her grimace as she picked up a new dress from the wooden hangers. "No one." With that, she pushed the curtain and hidden from his view. He could hear the rustling of clothing indicating she was dressing.
"It can't be no one when behind the throne room usually resides the leading family." His voice was unusually soft as he spoke. With an angry huff, she pushed the curtain aside. Dressed in a blood-red dress, she gave him a pointed look. Her eyes glinting with fury.
"The slaves will be keeping you company." She crossed the room in fast steps and gripped his chin. He could tell she hated it when people didn't do what she wanted. "Don't talk about it, don't ask about it and don't even think about it. Do you understand?" He beamed at her and pecked her finger.
"As you say, my Queen." She faltered, and that made his grin widen. Oh yes, he loved teasing her. And he loved how his mind calmed even with her threatening.
Then her demeanor softened as she liked his lips on her skin. "If you need me, the slaves will lead you to me." With a small smile and a glint in her eyes, she turned around and left. Not a second later, the door opened. The two slaves let themselves in without even asking.
The man that walked in was surprisingly small for a Viking. His hair was shaved at the sides and at the top of his head was black hair swept back into a tight bun. His long nose sat above his mouth that was almost covered by a full face beard. His green eyes stayed on the ground as he carried food and some fresh clothing. The woman that stepped in behind him was a little taller then the man with blonde hair braided all over her head. She had prominent features with light blue eyes. He just noticed, but she was carrying some games.
Both of the thralls started doing things around the room. He noticed that both were fidgeting.
Once they both stood across him finished with whatever they were doing, the woman spoke. "Lord Hálfdanarson," The woman addressed him as if he was Earl. "My name is Brenna, and this is Leif. We are the servants of the Queen." He nodded at them before throwing on the clothes they bought before them.
Nodding satisfied at his reflection in the mirror, he pushed his hair to the side. "Now, lead me to your Queen." They both looked unsure, but they nodded nevertheless.
