"Lord, I would never say this to a Saxon, but she needs you. She is of two worlds, if someone were to find out, she'd be dead...She needs you, lord." Lord Aldhelm, one of the greatest warriors of Mercia, was a mysterious man. Not much was known about him, outside of his role. Only a few knew about his secret, bastard child, Saehild. He hid her well throughout her youth. But she was a ever growing warrior of her own, becoming as strong headed as her father, and inheriting his heart. While the changing lands are out of his control, can Aldhelm protect her for much longer?

"Why do they call her the angel of death?" "Because when she has you in her grip, it's not the gods who decide your death, it's not them who write your destiny. It's her - the angel of death who decides how you die. That woman is made of both gods and monsters with the beauty of an angry storm over ocean waters. You can either love her or hate her." "Do you love her?" "I'd be the stupidest man on earth not to. But I'd also be telling lies if I said I wasn't terrified of her." 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍, 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 - 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒,

"Perhaps I may let you live." She said, staring down at the man at the end of her sword. "Without your balls, perhaps," the Irishman chuckled at his joke, watching the scene unfold. Steele Ragnarsdóttir, the northern and southern white lady, walks in the shadows, purging those who dare to cross her path.A woman who travels with her adopted brother, Uhtred, is despised because of their Danish ways. Alongside her companions, she fights for her beliefs, destroying any wall that stands within their path. Can one bastard son melt the ladies' hearts, as they all say, or will another? Warning, there is heavy use of words and mature content. If you have read or watched TLK then you know. Definitely violence and blood mentioned in the story, you have been warned. This is my first story actually written. Definitely random thought turned into this so please enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own TLK nor do I own the TLK characters.

❝They say Uhtred commands some kind of wraith.❞ ━ the last kingdom ━ season two

❝Pray that your gods show mercy, because I will not.❞ ━ the last kingdom ━ season two ━ finan the agile

•"𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔, 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 ?"• Tout a commencé dans le sang et le feu, et tout finira dans la cendre et les ténèbres. ...𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌...

She was a dream, the calm in the storm, since being a babe, the youngest of her siblings, Young Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. A girl much too gentle, her brothers would say. A girl just too pretty, her sister would giggle. And then it was all gone, up in flames, as she screamed with all the might she could for Young Ragnar and Uhtred. Tova Ragnarsdóttir, her name was, no matter how hard they tried to break her. [ THE LAST KINGDOM. ] [ FINAN/OC/SIHTRIC ]

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