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!
Erik had been imprisoned, he did not resist much as they treated him with utmost care as they understood the only way to keep him in his cell is only if Erik wanted to stay in it.
Arild was glad that she was alive but she was part of the conditions that Erik listed to stay in his cell.
She was not pleased with it but she had accepted the condition because she knew how important Erik was Birger's plan and she would give her life to make sure his goals came true.
"Oi Arild, Erik is requesting you in his cell," Reidar said with a perverted grin, Arild did not bother with a verbal response and simply went to his cell because they were both aware of why Erik was requesting her presence.
Erik began salivating the moment he saw her. Arild, for some reason, was calm and collected.