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!
Madness Or Love?
Tyr left the area and thanks to the power of being a resident in this Kingdom, he knew where the individual lounges were and this included Tor's place of abode.
Tyr knew he could approach two ways, knock the guards out and finish him off in his sleep but this would only raise alarm and make disposing of Ludvig's body even more difficult and the other option was formally requesting an audience with him.
He was the son of Ragnar, even Tor would be honoured to give him an audience.
Tyr thought about his options but ultimately, option B would not be applicable if Tor was wasted and Tyr had no idea what would happen if he was allowed to wake up with a sober head.
"Who is there?" A voice questioned, Tyr knew who it was the moment he heard it.
It was Grjötgard, Tyr had a view of him that was false and this was the playful version of Grjötgard.
"Oh, it is you, Tyr. What are you doing here?" Grjötgard questioned and Tyr heaved a sigh of relief.