The Truth Of The Past [PT 1]

The time for the final dance had come, and the cheers from within Vestfold could be heard from where the forces of Kattegat were stationed, Skarde and Sven were curious to see what choice Asmund would take because the war was still in their favor.

Creaking noises could be heard, it was the sound of a single compartment of the large gate opening. Out of it came Asmund alongside Earl Aksel and Earl Kjell, all on horseback.

They stopped at a considerable distance as Asmund unmounted his horse, he was not stupid enough to think that Askild would honor his word.

"Where is my son?" Asmund's voice echoed, carried through the wind with the breeze that danced softly on their skin.

King Askild snapped his fingers and Signy appeared from behind him, his swollen face had somewhat reduced but it still looked terrible.

"Sorry, one of my men had a bone to pick with him. You understand, don't you?" Askild explained the current state of his son to him so he does not get the wrong idea.