The Son Of Ragnar
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!
Old Enemies, New Allies!
"Welcome King Ragnar! I have been looking forward to this day for the longest time!" King Asked did not hide his excitement.
The throne room had changed, it looked a lot more like the one in Vestfold, but even better.
He had multiple tables and chairs there, it looked like a dining hall and Askild was seated on one of the tables.
Ragnar looked at him right in the eyes, before smiling.
"King Askild. I would be lying if I said I did not miss you…" Ragnar said and Askild was surprised by this warm reception but he was not that gullible.
He knew this was an act, they were going to be allies so Ragnar had to play nice but he did not mind this.
"Come, old friend! We have quite a lot to catch up on!" Askild said, gesturing for Ragnar to come meet him at the table he was seated in.
The table had cups and drinks on it, Ragnar liked the reception he was getting so far but that was because he held all the cards in this negotiation.