"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.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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