The Hypnotic Tongue Of The Serpent

Ragnar returned to his throne and he wondered one thing, that was if Aslaug was among those naked ladies. 

Ragnar found himself growing increasingly curious about this woman and he knew it was not a healthy hobby he was developing. 

She was a lady of renown and he knew how his men treated her was a direct representation of Vestfold but there would be no sane man that would not spare such beautiful women a glance. 

"Ragnar, you should head to bed…." Skarde advised his friend but Ragnar was too preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not hear him. 

Skarde had just walked in and Ragnar was completely oblivious to his surroundings.

"Ragnar…" Skarde called out and only then did Ragnar respond to him.

"Ah! Skarde, what are you doing here, old friend?" Ragnar asked him.

"Is something worrying you, King Ragnar?" Skarde asked, even though Ragnar did not like it when he used honorifics with him.