King Askild had heard about what his future held and it wasn't one that he would have been better off knowing.
Askild sat on the edge of the bed, looking disturbed.
He couldn't hide what was ailing him, even from his wife, Liv.
Liv noticed her husband wasn't in the best frame of mind but she also knew that he might very well not want to talk about it, at least in the meantime.
She wrapped her loving arms around him, Askild was surprised that he still got this amount of love from her despite everything he had done.
He killed her brother and indirectly killed her father via association yet she still loved him.
"How did I get so lucky…" Askild muttered under his breath prompting Liv to smile.
"You didn't get lucky, my love. We were fated for each other," Liv said and this made Askild remember the fate that awaited him.
"Fate, huh?" Askild responded in a low tone.