TOSKA | Sihtric Kjartansson

She had known many names throughout her life - men had the tendency to rename her.

Her brothers had renamed her first, stripping her of her pagan heritage as they tried to make a god-fearing child out of her.

Thore Ivarson had renamed her after he had claimed her, his sword cutting through flesh and bone of the ones she had once known as family - until she couldn't even remember their names.

Everyone had tried to mould her to their liking; twisting and stretching her bones and skin, cutting out parts they didn't want and adding those they wanted her to embody.

For as long as she could remember she had been a pawn in the hands of men to whom she bowed and to whom she obliged.

For him she always had been a shadow that he wanted to bring into the light, his fingers barely grasping her even when she stood near; her face always hidden with only her eyes burning themselves into his mind until he believed the Three Spinners themselves had woven his dreams.

Sihtric Kjartansson found himself entangled in the dark tendrils of her bing, drawn to her by whatever higher power had taken hold of them both and ignoring the obsacles that awaited him when he would be able to reach her. Little did he know that the greatest obstacle would be found in herself, for who could rely on a person that mistook poison for love and love for poison?

"What was your sweetest lie," he whispered.
"That I loved you," she answered with her heart erupting into countless pieces.
Everyone knew that the Shadow-Wife of Thore Ivarson was not capable of love.
But Zvora Vranek wanted to be.

Sihtric Kjartansson x OC
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