Bad Is Good, Good Is Bad

Ragnar Lothbrok was dealing with the rising tension in Vestfold, they had accepted him as their King, but this meant that the Earls sworn to Asmund would have to come to Vestfold to pledge their loyalty to Ragnar Lothbrok. However, this was the least of his worries right now.

Ragnar had to meet with political figures within Vestfold; for a man who has never liked politics, he was not looking forward to this but luckily he was not doing it alone.

"King Ragnar, they have arrived," A beautiful lady in her late twenties informed him. Unlike the women Ragnar was used to seeing, she had an enormous chest proportional to her ass size. She was attractive, but Ragnar only had eyes for Lagertha despite his urges surfacing frequently. 

"Thank you," Ragnar simply said; he did not know her name, but she had already told him multiple times. He knew it would be awkward if he asked her again for it, so he steered clear of it.