Frivolous Eleanor

Frivolous Eleanor

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Eleanor thought life to be a hilarious performance, something that no troubadour could think of, except God. She silently watched as her fate was sealed so quickly- in a blink of an eye. The king thrust a sheet of parchment, the heathen scribbled something, then, he gave her the angriest look she had ever seen. His blue eyes burned with such rage, as if she had completely destroyed his life. Like she had slayed all his people. Like she had won every battle against him. Like she took his legs from him. But after that, he didn't look at her anymore. Not even when they sailed through the stormy sea, and she prayed quetly so the entire fleet wouldn't sink to the dark unknown. Not even when they got married, and the heathen priestess told him to kiss the bride.
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His own blue eyes sought her out with a vengeance daily and without fail. For weeks now since she had been captured as a slave and sold into the Queen's household. Many wanted her in their beds, but she never paid them any mind. A soul-piercing stare full of ice-fire was all it took for them to move onto another slave. They feared her, felt intimidated by her, slaves and men alike. Well, most men that is. His own brothers wanted her in addition to having Margrethe, but he will not let them. She is his. Ursula was hungry, wet, and cold. She knew that she is now a slave, but knowing what she did from when she was still in the 21st century, Ursula cannot help but be worried and scared as to who her master would be. Whether or not they would be kind and merciful, or cruel and abusive. A long elegantly slender hand pointed towards her chest as the Queen looked at her warmly. "Aslaug." Oh! She wanted her name. Ursula could not help the slight widening of her eyes as she figured out who this woman truly is. However, she kept it to herself as she gave her new alias. "Hyrrokkin. Mit navn er Hyrrokkin." **ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN EDITED AND UPGRADED!! BOOK COVER HAS ALSO BEEN UPGRADED AND REPLACED!!**

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