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!
Ulf was uneasy as he had made his resolution to kill his brother but now it was all about the opportunity, he watched Ragnar closely and his interaction with Signy.
"Are you okay, Ulf?" Birger asked, showing a false sense of concern.
"I am okay, I just have a lot of things in my head. It looks like this war might come to an end without more fighting…" Ulf muttered.
"You think your usurper has any intention of letting Vestfold remain independent? Askild plans on absorbing Vestfold into Kattegat and expanding his territory." Birger said behind his helmet.
Ulf looked at his eyes but he could not shake off that something was off with Birger, he was calm and collected but he had also shown to be a lot more prone to his emotions since arriving at Vestfold.
"Ulf?" Birger called out upon noticing that he was staring right at him without any sort of reaction.
"I sort of blanked out…" Ulf said, saving himself the embarrassment but Birger did not mind it.