Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Alfred- Wall (a)

The Last Kingdom One Shot

The thundering drums of war echoed for what you thought must have been miles upon miles as you inched one foot over the other over scorched earth towards the Danes.

"HOLD!" Uhtred's all powerful voice lent itself fiercely over the thousands of men bashing the weighty swords against their shields. The unsure line of men on both sides came to a halt, the proud and righteous Saxons stood firmly with shields pressed tightly against each other in a melodic symbiote of power and protection. "HOLD STEADY WARRIORS!" His voice filled the Saxons with both fear and strength as they awaited their next command.

"I'm sorry for every doubting you my lord." The acceptance of Uhtred was something you pressured King Alfred about countless times, a mistrust of the Dane had completely filled you since day one and that was something you were more than happy to tell your King.

"Do not worry." He kept piercing eyes dead forward, locked into the devil-like, lifeless eyes of the heathens. "I don't expect my people to always see my decisions as perfect. I may be anointed by god in all of his grace but at the end of the day I am still human." The soon to be valiant hero clutched his shield tightly and clutched the cross that hung from his neck even tighter.

"God will carry us to victory... right my lord?" You struggled to get a good grip on the handle of the sword as you felt the stare of the Danes even through your sturdy shield wall. "My lord?"

King Alfred let go of the pendant and allowed it to gently sway from side to side.

"God is always good, we must pray that he is good to us. Our god can also be fickle."

"Our god?" You asked nervously.

"Yes... our god, the god. I'm sure our vigilant praying and righteous work will put us in his favour."

"And if it doesn't? What is to say in all of his wisdom god will not side with the Danes?" You ran your hand gently across your cross, the wooden sigil hung from a small silver chain that fed through your waist sash.

"READY MEN!" Uhtred held his sword proudly into the air, the amber pommel shone and glimmered in the English sun.

"I am sure he will." On Uhtred's command the entire Saxon army stepped forward in unison. "And if not I don't know what we do."

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Written by Aaron.