The Forbidden Saga G×G

Once the last of a Christian mans blood was spilled upon their holy ground an axe blade shined bright within the suns graceful rays. Behind its hilt stood a woman in her prime a hardened face scared with battle warn by her duties to her Jarl. Yet from a far you could see the mans head hang from a wooden pike seamlessly placed there by the Christian armies master a man who's name carried too much weight in silver for only one Dane to carry on her own. Sigurd was her name a title she took upon herself once her flesh met glory when she herself was but an infant.

***disclosure this story has nothing to do with Assassins Creed Valhalla it is a tale my heart wished to share with you for a long time now.***