The Viking. (A Vikings fanfic)
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I am Britton Clearvern, princess of Everstone, a small island or Vikings. I did live there until I was to marry Bjorn Lothbrok a man I despised, all he cared for was power, just like his father. I can communicate with Freya, the goddess of love, beauty and fertility. She gives me signs and protects me when I need her most. My family tougher I was crazy when I tried to tel them. By my family I mean my mother, my father, my 4 brothers and my 2 sisters. Freya tells me I'm a descendent of her blood, yet my family is not. I'm going to bring you on my journey of how I have changed history forever by proving myself worthy.
(A/n: I've been obsessed with the tv show Vikings lately so I wanted to write a fanfic about it. I hope you like it)
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