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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She stepped into the room, still unsure what she was doing here. Bjorn's allies were going to be waiting at Sarpsborg. Irvina was going to mobilize her army, and they will march in two days. Well, not march but sail they were going to disembark in Sarpsborg where they will be in five days. From there, they will march to Kattegat. Bjorn's plan was complicated, but she was not going to disagree since they came up with an agreement. And she knew that they weren't going to succeed for the first time, but then she would be the one leading.
Frowning, she watched the man in the bed her father, Ulf, was vomiting. He laid on his stomach once he finished, eyes glazed. "Father," she whispered.
He could barely lift his head. Her father was so weak that one of her servants came crying to her that he wasn't eating again. Irvina felt guilty, but now she was just waiting for him to find his way to Valhalla. For what felt like hours, he finally turned.
"Hilda." Closing her eyes, she willed herself to not throw a fit. She crossed the room, hands twisting together, she found herself before him.
Grounding her teeth, she finally answered, "Irvina, father." He huffed lips trembling before he swallowed and laid his head down.
"You need to eat!" Beckoning the woman from the door forward, she pointed to the tray of food in her arms. He growled at her, probably offended by the commanding voice she used.
His eyes lowered like a scolded child, "Leave me." She could hear Halfdan's voice urging her to forgive him. It surprised her that he was so open-minded. She walked towards the bed and sat down all proper like.
Her hands folded in her lap as she tried to regain her cold look. Her father was watching her with the same eyes as hers. The only feature they shared. She reached out nervously and put her hand on his arm. Her stomach tightened, and for a moment, she only opened and closed her mouth.
"I forgive you" —a relieved sigh left her lips— "for abandoning me after my mother died, abandoning our people, leaving me here all alone while I was never allowed to grieve."
She could see her father cringe at her words, but they just poured. While he got to lock himself in this room while her kingdom floundered in chaos. She never got to mourn her mother, a mother that died before her. Irvina grimaced at the tears that welled up in her father's eyes.
"And I am sorry that my love was not enough to heal you." Patting his arm was the only comfort she could offer before getting up. The relieving feeling she felt didn't leave even after she walked out of the room. Not even when the door banged behind her.
She felt lighter as if her lungs were finally freed. Now nothing was sitting on her chest, and her shoulders didn't want to slump down in defeat. She felt free, and with giddiness, she never possessed she run. Bouncing into her room, she fell into the man's arms. Those arms comforted her like nothing before, and she clung to him for dear life.
"Did it go that bad?" The vibration of his voice under her head made her snuggle closer. She shook her head, another blissful sigh leaving her lips.
"No, it was great. He didn't say anything, but I feel better." He smiled at her before kissing her neck. Over the marks that he already made there.
"I—I feel ready to make love again." She inclined her head, whispering the words shyly. The grin he gave made her feel even more embarrassed.
"Oh, so we are making love," he gave a small huh before laughing softly. She didn't understand what was so wrong at the wording. He grinned before picking her of her feet and slowly settling her onto the bed.
He smirked as he said, "Let's make love then." He swiftly turned her over, and she gasped in surprise. She felt nervous with her back to him. His big hands hunched her dress up, and he caressed her backside. He kneaded her skin, and then she felt him pushing her legs further apart.
Her brows furrowed as she felt her leg being lifted. What was he doing? She felt her leg rest on his shoulder as he kneeled behind her. The caress on her skin didn't distract her enough from the pain of him thrusting inside her with one fluid move. His hips kept snapping forward, and that big dïck of his brought a delicious burn. She was spread before him and the control she always had withered. Her mouth was calling out for him with pleasure, and as it built up, she did her best to hold herself onto her elbows. Yet her body couldn't help but prompt him as it arched.
He growled, so loud that it rumbled through his chest and echoed around her. His arms gathered her to him. Her back was flush against his chest as he took her even faster. She started to beg him, for what, she wasn't so sure. He moaned, ramming into her faster as he neared his release. He groaned bitting into her neck as he released inside her. The pleasure she felt was so satisfying just because she was the one bringing him to the earth-shattering feeling.
"Yes, yes, yes," she couldn't help but repeat herself as he drew inside her few more times, emptying himself. He huffed a laugh before bringing them both down. She giggled as her breath left her with his weight.
"You're heavy, get off!" He growled, playfully nipping at her shoulderblade before rolling off her. She couldn't help herself and rolled into his open arms. She loved the warm he emitted, and it made her nuzzle closer.
Halfdan kissed the top of her head. Such a sweet gesture that she forgot all the problems and warmth rolled over her stomach. She wanted to lay like this for the rest of her life.
