"Don't speak to me of that... fake," he hissed under his breath before turning behind him where Sevill dropped on one knee at the sight of him, the two Sif at her side hesitating slightly before collapsing in awe and reverence as well.
I wanted to know what it would feel like to see her head hanging every day next to my bed. Next to her head, there was the head of a one-eyed older man with a white beard and between their heads, was the head of my former gang leader.