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!
Stability Back In Kattegat
Kattegat was regaining its stability with the search for Lagertha bearing no fruit, there was no way to confirm if she was dead or alive.
Ulrik was in charge of Kattegat now and he told everyone not to announce that Lagertha could be dead as if this got out, it would be difficult to contain even if they do find her.
Unless there was a body, Lagertha was alive until then and Ulrik took the interrogation of the lady that had led the attack himself.
She was taken to the dungeon, while he was no Erik he knew how to break his prisoners.
The mind was what Ulrik liked breaking, not the body.
Tiril felt sorry for the lady that was now within the grasp of Ulrik, a fate she would not wish for her worst enemy but this lady did hurt her commander.
She wished her the worst possible kind of pain any human could bear.
"Well, well. King Askild is gone a day and you fuckers try to take over?" Ulrik said, sharpening a dagger right in front of the tied-up woman.