3 book of the series
Feeling the anger well up, she slowly rose from the table, " No one will come and save us! Alfred will marry a Mercian lady, and they will form a strong alliance to overthrow these heathens" -her eyes bore deeply into Elfreda's...
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The blood and gore that followed after them was disgusting. Ubbe himself wasn't really a big supporter of the war. He hated watching his brother enjoy the blood that sprayed on him. He loved fighting, but not killing. Killing was a necessity but not something he had to enjoy.
"Stop thinking about whatever you are thinking," the small woman stepped up next to him. They were hidden behind the trees watching the castle. Ronja as always looked regal. Her hair was cut shorter only up to her shoulders, but they were still curling in every direction.
"What are we going to do with the king?" Her brows furrowed. She tilted her head making eye contact. "We will do what we have to." She patted his shoulder before bounding off. His eyes trailed after her. She bounced towards Ivar and the male welcomed her with a bright smile. A smile that Ubbe never saw before. His arms wrapped around her body. Ubbe also noticed the gentle caress on her belly. He dragged his feet as Ivar commanded them to overrun the castle.
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He stared Ronja down. The small woman was sitting on the chair that served as a throne. Correction she was sprawled on it. "Calm down Ubbe." She raised a brow at him a small smirk over her face. Ivar stood next to her twirling with his sword.
"So you want to tell me that you just let them escape!" Ronja scoffed at his harsh tone. And Ivar didn't look far from gutting him. "No, as I said we have surrounded the castle and one of our best hunters are after them." Feeling offended he advanced with a growl.
"I don't like being left out. I should be informed about any plans!" Ivar stepped into his path his dagger pointed at his stomach. "I'm warming you, brother, one more step and you will lose a hand."
Ubbe scoffed right back feeling the need to reach for his axe and show his brother just who was going to lose a hand. He didn't get a chance because the door banged open. First what he could hear were the yells. Next was the dragging of feet.
He turned to the disturbance. Three women were dragged in, all dressed in servant's clothing. A blonde woman was pushed before Ronja on her knees. She was crying and cowering away. One of the brunettes ran to her and engulfed her in a hug. From what he could understand she was cursing them to Hell. The other brunette stood a foot away from the huddled females.
His eyes focused on the fiery brunette. She was beautiful and something about her definitely didn't remind him of a servant. From the way how Ronja's eyes zoned on her, he could guess she had the same suspicion.
"Which one of you is Æthelthryth?" Ronja was barely able to pronounce the woman's name. Ivar translated the sentence and the blonde woman started wailing. The men surrounding the room cheered. He could see Ronja's annoyance. Her hand raised and she waved her hand. A man rushed forward raising the blonde woman. The brunette cursed her small fists hitting the man in his chest.
"Ah, I understand." Ronja stood from the throne. Her hand caressed her stomach. And she only took a step forward her look regarding them like a huntress. "You," finger pointed to the brunette, Ivar rushed forward and pulled her before them.
"You are the woman with the stupid name," as Ivar translated the woman scoffed. He couldn't hold back the snort as Æthelthryth spat into Ronja's face. Ivar pulled her back by her dress almost as if she was a dog. She stumbled back before falling on her bum. Ronja only chuckled wiping the spit from her forehead.
"You have bigger balls than the men that fought us. Even your father." The hall let out slight chuckles. Ronja smirked before giving him a side glance. "Take her to her room Ubbe. Kill the rest," Ronja turned to step to the throne. Before she could walk further Æthelthryth grabbed her arm. The room lifted into a roar and Ivar lunged forward.
"Please, please spare them. I'll do whatever you want, please," the woman pleaded over the crowd. Her voice was soft. It surprised Ubbe. It was so soft yet so attention catching. Her tone of voice was coating honey all over his thoughts. Ronja stared at the woman her hand raised to command Ivar down. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she probably tried to translate her words. The silence that surrounded them was defeating as Ronja continued to stare at the found princess.
Ronja smirked, "Fine. Give them a room Ubbe will you." Ubbe wanted to say that he wasn't her servant but the need to follow that woman prevailed. After all, who could he trust more to protect their cause than him? Maybe Gorm but the man stood loyally by Ronja's side. He nodded before marching towards her. His fingers wrapped around her soft skin. He did his best to soften his grip as he commanded the girls to follow him. The woman's head snapped to him and he met her eyes. Brown big doe eyes. And as he got lost in her eyes he realized how beautiful she was. So beautiful that he was at a loss for words. Until she spat in his face.
He definitely couldn't hide his chuckle at her fierce actions. Ubbe ignored the rest of the hall as he promptly ushered them out.
