One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!
Bjorn Ironside was in a pickle, he was wondering what a noble would want with him as he left his blade pressed against his neck for his own safety.
He knew this might incur punishment but he knew whatever punishment it may be, he had a higher standing than any noble in Kattegat all thanks to his father's title as King.
"What does a noble want with me?" Bjorn questioned, he was not going to let down his guard for even a second.
"It is not I that wants something but my father! I was sent to bring you to him as a sign of respect!" The man blurted out, Bjorn raises a brow despite understanding the concept.
He sent one of his own to approach him and not a messenger to show that they held Bjorn in a higher standing.
A messenger could be translated as being disrespectful and that was something they could not afford.