All Is Fair In Love & War
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Last published Wed, Feb 9, 2022
She stepped infront of Bjarni and took pitcher with wine.
"Eydis, please, do not ruin this night with another scene. It's time for celebration" King Erikk warned her quietly.
She didn't care what he had to say. For her, he was no longer her king. He betrayed her and that is something she could never forgive.
"This night is already ruined and the only thing I will do is mourn as you just ended my life your highness" Eydis said. Her voice laced with hatred. Then she turned back to face Bjarni who was looking at her with amusement.
"I hope you understand that from now on, I will make sure to resist your every demand and will make your life a living hell. You will regret your decision, My King" she hissed, the last part dripping with sarcasm in a mocking manner and before king Bjarni had any chance to replay to her, Eydis poured the whole pitcher with red wine on his head.
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