vikings, LA BELLE DAME
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  • Reads 76,462
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 21m
Complete, First published Sep 20, 2016
She is the god's fae, condemned to look upon the Viking King Ragnar in silence and watch him as he killed, loved and lost and fall in deep love with him in the process. 

Then one day on the cold hill's side, Ragnar battle worn and asking for death to come and find him, she made a noise and he turned around to listen. 

This beautiful women with all the love of a hundred lifetimes finds her knight and beloved in the flesh, his skin warm and calloused, and touching hers. A touch she has dreamed off since her memories first begun. 

She finally believes all her waiting and praying has been answered; how wrong La Belle Dame was. 



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A Viking retelling of the John Keats classic mythological poem "La Belle Dame sans Merci". 


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