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!
Skarde had aged quite gracefully and adjusted to his life without his eyes quite magnificently.
He could guide himself around without any aid now and with him handling the political affairs.
This allowed Ragnar to focus on other things but there was something that Skarde had begun to notice.
The so-called council looked like they were puppets of one person and that was the woman that Skarde noticed trying to get a tad bit too close to him.
Skarde was a man in the end and no woman would want to be with a man as heavily handicapped as him as he could not even enjoy the sight of breasts or ass anymore.
But this was what the lady had exploited to get close to Skarde, his feeling of inadequacies as she made Skarde feel wanted by subtly complimenting and flirting with him over the past couple of years.
Skarde was no fool, he knew what she was doing but he also enjoyed the attention he was getting from her.