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The Son Of Ragnar

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!

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King Rugalf Gardsson

Ragnar met with King Rugalf Gardsson, and this man was the most intimidating man Ragnar had seen; he was covered in tattoos from head to toe, with the whites of his eyes pitch black.

He was easily bigger than Erik The Berserker and far more muscular, defined as a giant.

"King Ragnar, it is most refreshing seeing another reputable name on that throne…." Rugalf said. He had manners despite his appearance, and Ragnar did not know if his confidence was admirable as he came alone to a hostile kingdom.

"Welcome King Rugalf, you have to forgive my tardiness, I was not expecting you," Ragnar said, sitting on the throne that now belonged to him.

"It was sudden. I apologize for not informing you, but I just had to meet the new King of Vestfold. The man who nearly killed Kåre…." Rugalf said with a smirk, and Ragnar was even more surprised that he had this information.