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 ]All Rights Reserved