Hann Ást
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Romance
At twenty-five, Hakon was getting too old to be a bachelor. He needed a wife and a heir. The only problem was that he could not find anyone of his taste. He knew that he did not need to find someone to love, but he would at least like a wife that he would be rather fond of. While visiting King Emmanuel to negotiate lands, he sets his eyes on Atarah. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, and he knew that she would be his. He did not care that she was Christian, or that she was King Emmanuel's daughter. The moment he saw her he already knew she would be his wife. The only problem that he could see, however, was that she was sick. Atarah has always had a sheltered life. From the time she was born, she has seen more of the insides of her room than anything else. She was the King's only daughter and a burden to him and everyone else. She felt as if she were a joke. She was eighteen years of age and a princess and still no man would marry her, even with all of her father's bribes. He tried to keep it a secret, but she knew. She had never seen a Viking before, so when she sees Hakon she can't help but be fascinated. He is the only man to ever show interest in her and she does not know what to make of it. All she knows is a Christian woman should not be with a Viking. But when Atarah suddenly gets sicker than ever before, will he be the only one willing to save her?
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Love. Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that. She could still remember it. The love. The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just... Tried.

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